Verity in Autumn
Two paths converged, and we are here,
Old in years and yet not old,
Two hearts to know, four hands to hold.
Come put your hand on my hand, dear,
And we will share the golden hours
And tell each other of lost loves
And we will be like turtle doves
Side by side in leafy bowers
Bound by love, but free as air.
When you reach out and touch my hand,
Love, I will know you understand,
And when you need me I’ll be there.