Reminiscing Autumn Love Poem by Not Long Left

It was under this now burnt tree I buried you under
A pile of Autumn leaves, I remember you squealing
With the delight of a girl that had just fell in love.
That special moment that enables one to ignore
the dampness of the leaves, the slim and the dirt.
Only thinking about and feeling the fun of the moment.
I fell onto and into you, and there on the blanket of
Seasons change you and I overlooked the fragilty of love.