💕 Love To Me ❤️ Poem by James McLain

Love is to me a whispered sigh,
A tremble 'neath the autumn sky,
Tall trees that weep in rustling groves,
Their golden crowns weighed down so low.

The bushes hide their tender grace,
Veins of green trace their quiet face,
The leaves, like blushes, softly bloom,
Then fall to earth in fleeting gloom.

Oh, love is sadness wrapped in gold,
A beauty that the heart can never hold,
It blushes once and fades away,
Like morning light on dying day.

I find it here in nature's tear,
A fleeting breath, so sharp, so clear.
Love is to me the saddest thing,
A blush that fades on trembling wing.