The Other Half of The Sky

The bluest sky: my love
In your eyes I'm always lost
And sweetness flies like doves
That never cool or frost
And fit my soul like gloves
To your songs that don't exhaust.
Your rosy cheeks I hold so tight
Cupped in my hands so still
To bring you close is right
I hope you feel the thrill.
When the last autumn leaf
Falls and says goodbye for good
I'll think of every small grief
And laugh them all away with you.