November 24th

November 24th,

my dearest of days,

that time has forged me,

in the lights of the winter dawn.

Cold, but sunny.

Dark, but with the moon rising.

Year passes,

but memory remains,

of bad times that went good,

while now I feel of them so poor.

November 24th,

my dearest of days,

no more I want to betray,

no more I want my soul this gray.

I forgot many words that passed,

many lines of my promises,

as past pass out my fingers,

and only the actions, still stay.

Nothing more I want to delay,

as we will together watch in front,

in a dear memory,

in the lights of the new year incoming.

November 24th,

my dearest of days,

one time more,

I will beg not you, to betray