Note: Hopefully you'll get the meaning but, this...
Autumn leaves scattered...

*This a poem a friend of mine from New Zealand...
For making me cry a dozen times...

You're so morning to my night,
You're left if I was right...

I was a peasant
But he still saw me...

He was thirteen and I was fourteen,
The most loving couple you've ever seen...

In a week I'll be fifteen,
It's like everyday, I'm getting older...

Looking into your eyes,
makes mine fill with tears...

Life's colour drained from your face,
And your kiss, I no longer taste...

My future is up to only one,
Someone careless and unreliable...

I'm a mess,
Don't look at me...

I was love-struck for believing you once,
I was hopeful for believing you twice...

In the reflection, she stares right back,
Her eyes see blank and impassive...