At times I’ve felt all blown along

Along the Winds of Autumn’s song

No clear and present directation

Nor a moment’s expectation

Yet with each up and rising, burning sun

My heart’s alight and yearns for fun

Of unexpected, cheerful kind

The sort that often comes to mind

When dreaming of a girl who’s touch

So often seems ‘twould bear too much

Of love and all it’s twittering cheer

O’ warmth of laughing with you, my dear!