September Poem by Valentin Gabriel Cristea

My love stops your thought from horizon,
my love wrap me up
with your consuming fire,
take down on this way steping lightly over,
with you, sad wind of autumn
to colour the rust-coloured sets of autumn.

Ancient nut trees enclose proudly
orchard, house, stable,
sweet memories surround us.

We are lost in wonderful memories
forgetting to live harmonious September,
shiver of tower that lets dropp in hearing,
cover horizons and wipe me up my sighs.

Add peace and true love
plenty in fruits and in soul.
Do you hear love how calls you?
Stay, don’t go away, I will be yours forever.