You, my love are a November poem
Blown in, an exhilarating breeze
Made my heart swirl wanton, fire-hued leaves
Leave me craving warmth... your opium
Is this how you need me... on my knees?
For where are you now; has the season changed?
Has the thunderstorm washed you away?
Please tell me why, my love, you go away?
Was to dare, hope... deluded, deranged?
Are your words all, of you, that remains?
Yes I realise now, I sound insane
But before you, I felt not the cold
To a life of numbness I was sold
Lifeless lay, until you blew my way
From you now, my mind... it will not stray
So if you want me, love, send words on wind
Quell Winter’s creeping doubt of intent
Raise phoenix leaves, make once again spin
Let our love at last breathe... not repent
Before our life’s clock is all but spent
© Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry
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