Autumn Love Affair

I love my wife
I'm so proud to say
But once every year
I go astray

When Autumn's Golden Light
Projects upon the colored leaves
I take up a mistress
Metaphorically

I suppose my lover
Is Mother Earth
It can be no other
For what it's worth

The love affair
Is extraterrestrial
It's metaphorical
It isn't sexual

The day they put dimes on my eyes
There will be no rain or pain
With images of colored leaves
Indelibly etched on my brain

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