Cure Me

Cure me of this love That the wind bestows Like the leaves above Flying in autumn glows Red as morning bliss On a lonely street Is every fallen kiss In its bleaching bleat Cure me from solitary When the winter comes And the breeze gets airy As it coldly strums When colors fall gray In an endless dark And love's not in my way For its plying embark Cure me of love sickness And longing so much Like leaf in air quickness Red earth must touch In blanching autumn burn When I long for you Dear, but you won't return Because we're through