Love in November

it's rare to fall in love

when your bones are crushed by november's cold

it's rare to feel anything but sadness for once

when you are already foretold by the fate

about how things would end

and how everyone would leave you by telephone

it's rare to see your fort remained safe

from all the shadows aiming their canons

when everything is swallowed by fog and the enemy is not far away

then a protector, a savior arrived carrying the gun

and made this fleeting feeling into a love affair

but i'm learning to outgrow all emotions

giving each shadow a separate mourning month

This poem is about a fleeting escape from reality through the window of love. Even a fleeting connection with someone could help you escape from the mess your life is in. This is what my poem is about. As a poet, i must know the muse but to be honest i cannot confirm which one of two muses i met in november it is about.