The colors of fall much brighter than my lady;

Her skin bleached, nothing like the autumn leaves;

Her eyes dull like the leaves making the trees shady;

Yet, her personality she achieves.

Her hair falls like the colors of the dull sky;

Her lips are not near as red as the leaves;

Her face, cold as the breeze of July;

Yet her heart, warmer than summer eves.

Her voice, harsher than the whistles of a wind begun;

Just as the seasons do, my loves moods come and go;

Her face will never glow as bright as the sun;

Yet, my love is more than she will ever know.

              Unlike the seasons my love for her is never fading.

              I know for sure there will be no upgrading.