Sometimes in November

To nurture and to cherish,
I swore with my breath.
To keep you safe
While you hurt and cry.
In you I found a voice
To share and to lean on
When our hearts were alone
Each time I saw you tear up,
My heart would bleed and bleed
And your worries were my source of kill
Until sometimes in November
When the wings of the eagle was clipped
And the sky ceased to be blue