September's Night Poem by Agatha Eliza

My love, the sound of your name

Clings in the sultry air of september,

And twines with the rising night..

But how could I possibly ever fear it

When you're next to me,

Holding my hand?



A restless wind suddely bursts

Across all pathways, leaves are falling,

Far away from the street light..

But where is your sweet smile which

Tames this heart of mine,

So loving, so calm?



The warming twinkle of your eyes

Makes me leave this cold world behind,

For something divine and bright..

But tonight, how could I follow you

And be there with you, if..

I truly love you?