I can still remember . . .

The day I saw you

I can still remember
that day of november
the orange sunset, the grey season
an empty road with side-by trees

Falling leaves
when I was about to leave
it was a place with such a
gloomy mood

I can still remember
the crunch of leaves
the way which you turned around
your sweet sweet smell
the smell of roses !
which turned me to Moses

Startled I was
startled with the spark of spring,
the bolt of life in an autumn wind
your flying hair, the gay laughter
your black eyes
you and me