Love You Beyond November Poem by Luke Easter

Yes I loved you without knowing you or so I thought,
I loved you because I saw in you what I was taught,
No pride or ego in which there’s no big I or little you,
Laughing with laughter while there was more to do.
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Dreamt I slept with my eyes tightly closed together,
Problem being not to love you again maybe never,
Thirty short days in November I will have to decide,
Oh, to love & be or not to be your December bride.

Thanksgiving already, think I know how the turkey feels,
Gobble, gobble on the cutting board, hey is this for real?
My heart shouldn’t look forward again to Christmas alone,
Wait, neither does it desire lights in a newly broken home.

January begets a New Year with a life alone or two?
I will have to first lose sight of the selfishness in you,
Promise after promise broken again, one, two, three,
I respect you my darling but will you truly respect me?

A one way street is not the mode of travel I desire to go,
Many times I tried to hide my feelings then only to show,
Displeasure through deceptions I felt you should know,
Marriage cannot last when only one side wants to grow.

How come big decisions arrive with so little time to choose?
I am tired of rock-n-roll but not looking forward to the blues,
All my life I’ve begged Santa for the same gift under the tree,
Gracious peace with happiness for my faithful lover and me.

Looking back in my life, reflecting on the heartache I’ve seen,
I profusely refuse to let another nightmare become my dream,
I’ll put it in a coffin and cremate it before I live again in any fear,
Just cannot allow happiness to be replaced by sadness & tears.

Wow! “For God so loved the world He sent His only begotten Son, ”
Book of John 3: 16, is an example of love shared not only for one,
Why should anyone or I settle for kindness beneath the very best?
With my heart beating in anticipation pounding against my chest.

I’m solely designed for compassion not for mistreatment and hurt,
This world is so much bigger than us, should I expand my search?
In times of tenderness I need a doctor of compassion, not a nurse,
A physician to put their needs aside, occasionally putting mine first.

Call me silly, call me a hopeless romantic, call me crazy in love,
Call me a dreamer without a dream hey call me all of the above,
And while you’re at it better call Elvis to sing, “Love Me Tender, ”
Otherwise, I will never be able to “Love You Beyond November.'

w/Emu Getachew