May
T'was like autumn at May,
Where the sun vaguely sprinkled
Its delightful rays
At the tree which bore
Thy love that reigned
And shed its leaves
Like drops of rain.
T'was like autumn at May,
When the wind blew
Chilling the colors out of you
Where the rain slowly simmered
The misery it conveyed
Like how our love slowly died
In the cold winter winds of hate.
We fell out of love,
On that month we call 'May'.
Copyright © Reighis Lenwil | Year Posted 2019