Fall in Her Eyes

Her name is Autumn,
And she is the season.
She is an angel,
And with good reason.

Her hair is chestnut,
Like the withering trees;
Her cheeks a maroon,
Like the changing leaves.

And during this time,
When the air grows cool,
Her beauty, it thrives,
Any man is her fool.

Some love when she laughs,
They fall for her smile.
Some fall for her charm,
They think it's worthwhile.

Some fall for her body,
When it's all they can see;
While some for her fame,
Which is not like me.

See Autumn's the essence,
Of what she's named after,
And what I fell for was,
How her eyes glow like amber.

They shine like the gold,
That decorates the trees.
Every time I see them,
I stop and I freeze.

At sunset, I swear,
They look like they're ablaze.
They turn a sweet orange,
And I'm put in a daze.

Autumn is the fall,
There's even fall in her eyes.
And should you fall too,
You'll surely still rise.

But Autumn is more,
Than a time of the year,
Because she is my love,
And now, I, her dear.