Genuine Love Poem by Joseph T. Renaldi

When the reddish, brown leaves of Autumn fall,
Beckoning the northwest wind to call,
Though my thoughts of you are straying far
From the remote village where you are,
Behold! I see your beauty in each heavenly star.

When the peering sun awakens the dawn,
And the crisp and frosty night is gone,
Though I wander many miles apart
Where the shadows of loneliness stir and start,
Still! Thoughts of your genuine love are in my heart.