A December’s Eve

Strangers on a December’s eve,
caught in a crossfire that we couldn’t see,

Friendship to romance; the sweet tragedy
of a darkness the light couldn’t reach,

Anguished love mourns joy’s deceit,
in the realization of a heart’s defeat,

For we were never meant to be
more than strangers on a December’s eve.

By: Natasha Spiers, 2009

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