Little Puddles In My Garden

Little puddles in my garden.
Autumn yellow everywhere.
Songbirds say goodbye to summer.
I sit wishing you were here...

Life is loneliness without you
love of mine that's gone away.
And its never seemed so empty,
as it seems to be today.

Still, the roses keep their perfume.
And the peacock sings its tune.
And the brook makes rippling laughter
serenade the harvest moon.
And I sit from dawn to sunset
through the autumn change and storm,
teardrops seeping from my eyelids;
wondering why my love has gone?

Did I fail to say "I love you!"?
Hadn't I been kind enough,
here inside the little garden
that you used to love so much?
Did you only feign to love me?
No. I think I know you well;
you could never feign emotion
for your limpid eyes would tell.

Still, you left me late that autumn,
so I sit and wonder why—
in so beautiful a garden,
you abandoned love to die?