Ya-Du

Love, fall’s cold comes
Like warmth from you.
Hid in your arms,
I’m numb, charmed, free.
What harm could reach me?

Love, it’s not true
I’ll want you less
Once the cold goes.
Love, you know this.
There’s no spring sweet as your kiss.

Love, I’m so tired
Now night’s fires fade.
Love, aren’t you cold?
Birds’ choirs scold dawn.
An old sun comes up. Love? Love? You’re gone.