November is over, yet memories remain.
The moon dims its light, greeting the night,
Longing for his forgotten lover,
Leaving the stars behind in the sky.

The wind turns frigid—
The sun bids its farewell,
Preparing to meet the moon,
Two bound yet distant souls.

November may be over, but not our love—
Never fading away..
Unmoved by time , untouched by fate
-sal