They dance and flutter,
like leaves on the breeze.
They ribbon ’round the May pole
and under the Harvest Moon.

Oh, those reminiscent days…
when life was simple,
and love was all you needed…

How I love you,
my yesteryears.
How you glow
with prideful colors.

Your pages whisper words unspoken by your lips
while lacking the language softly spoken by your curves
whose depth falls short of your thoughtfulness
which could never compare to your simple honesty.