We met in October
Touched in November
Kissed in December
And made love into Spring
But then
I lost you in May
And July followed June
Without a single word
I missed you in August
And cried in September
But now
October comes tomorrow
If only we'd meet again
Even after this heartache
I'd give anything to feel
October through the Spring
Once more
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PoesíaMusings from the heart - full of the happy, the sad, the sentimental, and the challenging moments of life
