May, An Even, An Odd, a Joke On Me.
April winks and breath to breath,
It prepares to take your breath away, her breath away, his breath
Nothing familiar, but nothing too strange,
Two hearts destined tied in future fate
Strangers no more and lovers no less,
Then May welcomes a new caress
And with wondering hearts, wondering thoughts dance,
So new and fragile fresh and sacred,
May welcomes a new love
Years like birds fly with no shame,
And clouds play, rule the sky and disperse
One year, even year, eight two thousand,
Lovers up and down but still alive, a fire still survives,
Two years, odd year, nine two thousand,
And still nothing can break those beautiful dancers,
Third year, final even, a sound so strange, full of treason
One last laugh September brings with its fall feigned good fortune,
Then in creeps winter, secrets unfold, lovers behold a crossroad,
Let go of the puppet strings, let go of her strings, but no…
Four, and back to an even, back to April,
Love is a time bomb and he plays her with his eyes,
You cried, I know, and no less did I,
Spring roses grow, you gave me one to keep a smile alive,
You laughed, decided a made up mind, swore to never look behind,
But your heart was really closing, and don’t lie, I know you’ve known it,
So you throw a May’s love back in a May’s day,
The second, an even, how could you deceive it?
Swallow your words, you know they’ve been forced, those cloaked swords
I swear to never believe them again, I swear to take no word of your love to heart,
May, an even, with God blessed love, unreturned love,
May, an even, a five however, an odd…
‘Jokes on you’, you say…jokes on me.
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