It’s June already,
where was the lovely springtime,
that I love so much.
Summer can be good,
in small doses and holidays,
but Autumn’s the best.
Althought I didn’t,
know her very well, I love,
the sound of her name.
Aubrey or Autumn,
does it matter, it’s the sound,
of her spaoken name.
Mirrors look at me,
judging me, I can see them,
saying naughty things.
I don’t give them time,
to fully analyse me,
that would be too much.
