November


Away from crowds, the warming fire
To walk alone was my desire,
To walk, to think, a dream, a flight
Dark was the cold November night

A love begun but now was lost
My heart and hopes had been the cost
I stayed too long when loved turned cold
His heart no longer mine to hold.

I held too tight and did not trust
His love for me has turned to dust.
A lesson learned, my heart now free
To love again in spite of me

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