Autumn

I look at mesmerizing colors,

The autumn blossoms, granting warmth.

The eyes are pleased, yet the heart still suffers

And one by one is pulling out thorns.

The first thorn would be our meeting,

A blessing or a curse of mine,

 it is becoming quite impeding

To navigate the passing life.

The second thorn is your understanding,

An endless wisdom I'm drowning in.

All that I have is so contending

To all I crave and feel within.

The third thorn is an infinite distance

Along with an irreversible choice.

My heart used to be nonexistent,

It's come to life due to your voice.

It mends my soul and kills my will,

It rings a bell like I've found a home:

It is the last thorn, not fulfilled,

This love should soon be overthrown.