He changes like the leaves
Turns as cold as the wind
No longer my gentle, warm love
Just frost and air beneath my skin
His kisses are as cold as ice
His touch no longer heats me
The words that once my heart
Disappear and no longer greet me
He is like the month of November
The coolness and dryness of a coming winter
No longer my gentle, warm love,
No longer my angel from above
Just another cold chapter of an unhappily ever after
No longer the kind love of so much laughter
Just another cold day with no warmth for shelter
The emptiness and sorrow of a cold November
Dolisha's Poetry 
Gotta say this was a feelable cold chill write expressed in a calm matter fact way hope this present November you are much warmer nice write you covered a lot of bases
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Thank you. Fact is I wrote this when I was very young, so your right, this November is much warmer. I’m glad you enjoyed it
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