Zealous Offensive

September winds
though cool
and crisp
always fell short
to the way my name
passed through your lips.

October leaves
though red
and gold
always outshined
by the brown
in your eyes.

November rain
though soft
and refreshing
always withered
next to the feeling
of your lips
against mine.

December nights
though full of stars
and bright
fell flat
in the brilliance
of your smile.

Months come
and go
but what always stays
is how you made me feel.

~LT