And finally I said to her: "Think of me when the chilly winds of autumn begin to wave the dry, painted leaves in the crisp golden air and the sun begins to weary from its hot, youthful romp through the summer; for there I'll be, enticing your eyes with the crayoned colors of the fall leaves and touching your sad heart with the memory of the suns warm embrace. Look for me when the night grows cold. Listen for me when the sky seems empty. Think of me when loneliness covers your soul like a shroud of heavy darkness and you'll remember... You'll know... I never left. I've been with you all along.