June Villanelle

The apple blossom blooms in May: that's when I first said, with a sigh, "I love you, but I don't know why." Each seed its season, dog its day, the law of life from up on high. The apple blossom blooms in May. I know you'd thank me not to say, with trembling hand and burning eye, "I love you," - but I don't know why. Though Spring is now a year away, I long to see those long months fly, till apple blossom blooms in May. I can't say why I feel this way, no reason see, or sense descry: I love you, but I don't know why. I don't know why the petals fly, or why, though it's ordained to die, the apple blossom blooms in May. I love you, but I don't know why.