I trade my time for endeavors
that are worth my while.
When my time is spent and gone
at least I’ll walk away in style.
I’ll tip my hat to you, my dear
always at my fingertips.
We’ll meet with Autumn in our hearts
and Hosanna on our lips.
When our times together near
the harboring of rest
we have our sails furled and stayed,
our anchors set to fall.
Welcome smiles invite tangled legs and arms at play.
Skin on skin as a couple has been
the most memorable trip of all.
I love when those days call on me
to wish a bonne sante
I love so much when you would come
and leave me enchantee.
I’ll tip my hat to you, my dear
at my fingertips.
Forever Autumn in our hearts
and His Hosanna on our lips.