Waiting For November - Poem by Sandra Regan
Giving in like actors in a play I'm
Even though you said,
All good things must come to an end I'm
Taking in November.
Take my hand finally because the
Hours pass like minutes and
I'm envisioning November.
Never wanting this to end how come I was
Gifted by your voice today that said, 'so... I love you.'
Summer is so long when your
Longing for November.
A 47 minute experience I've decided because
Suddenly all day I'm
Thinking of November.
Fire from an internal flame kept burning
Onward into the night.
Remember always this goddess does not deceive and is
Vonleska will finally say what the heart thinks.
Eyes promise not to look away because they are
Ready, willing, and waiting for November.
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