Classic Poem

Today, your being so considerate
Offends, but less than had it been spring
Candle-trickling tears I shed this night
Are not because you bring her home at dark
Her dance mat come autumn will fold away,
Her concert fan will gather sheets of dust
Since time began new love supplants the old,
So why does old love hate to greet the new?
A sliver of moon peeps into her flowery bed,
Slight chill creeps under her shawl and scarf.
Autumn will come when all things wither,
And touch her body with nature's stealth.