In December

In December

By: Alice Parker

Let me see him in December,

Let me weave my magic spell.

Let me stoke the fires ember,

Then let me wear the wedding veil.

I want my eternal family,

I want to share my all with him.

My heart is his forever,

In December I’ll begin.

Where is he in this equation?

Is he not allowed a say?

Or am I blind by my ambition,

Resolved to have it my own way?

No. I know that he still loves me.

Are not his expressions clear?

It’s true; he courts another,

Just to prove he is still dear?

Does he seek to test devotion?

Does he doubt me even still?

It seems the star is our emotion,

Sorrow highlights the playbill.

But with Sorrow also Hope,

Coupled with its degradation,

Eye the swinging rope,

And embrace the conflagration.

Cast aside all your dispersions,

And accept me as your own,

Forgive me my perversions,

Let me cater to your own.

I will dress in lace black gown,

I will demand one dance,

On my knee I will kneel down,

Should we rekindle our romance.

Oh how the tables turn,

The pursuer is pursued.

Indifference makes me burn,

With your coldness I am wooed.

What if I am rejected?

My helpless plight is spurned.

To such misery I’m subjected.

My soul denied, the lesson learned

Again no. I know he’s mine.

No longer will I doubt this.

Fate Eternal and Divine,

Has pledged to me my Bliss.