Love

Love, like falling leaves of autumn,
makes us all remember sadly
all the days of early childhood
we would return to, if given chance
through falling word from sleeper's lips
or mother come to capture loved ones.

As your lover lays beside you
and softly snores his dreams away
your remember only your childhood
and the lovely, passed on days,
but as he wakes and kisses tender
befall your lips from his,
you remember only the present
and your lover's words of praise.

(c)1959 Salle Hayden