It’s better to have love and lost, than to never loved at all.

The breath of dewy morning glow dances in the fall

With leaves strewn freshly cross the ground with smiles to befall.

It’s better to have love and lost, than to never loved at all.

That once fresh light has turn to dark and scattered cross the ground

With midnight fast approaching and the eerie silent sound.

It’s better to have love and lost, than to never loved at all.

The first snowflake kisses your cheek and heartfelt times recalled

Of sipping cider through sunset’s glow underneath the old oak tall.

It’s better to have love and lost, than to never loved at all.

The icy breath of winters sting draw close per to your throat

To bid fair well to all that have seen and never wrote.

It’s better to have love and lost, than to never loved at all.

Bid farewell to autumn, say hello to an old friend…

To love and lost, that fateful day or to maybe love again.