Dance on leaves of poetry
float like those across the wind
and I have been in love with you-
You stand to say that it was me
reason being for how it's been
passing by, not passing through.

How could you brush away
the leaves from the stone
and tell me this is goodbye-
under oak trees in fall lay
misunderstanding, the unknown
inevitably you will deny

that maybe you could've dealt
with this in a better way
somehow I think you knew
I'd not let go of what I felt
forever brushing the leaves away
for having been in love with you.