She was young and fresh like an April breeze
Who caught my eye after cruel winter's freeze
When my eyes looked upon this young girl's charms
How I wished for her in my eager arms
Her name was May who had blossomed so well
Whose sparkling eyes had many tales to tell
So I took a bold step to talk to her
She looked up at me and did not demure
I loved that she enjoyed a cuddle or two
And both she and I would write a billet doux
But the month of June was another trial
...it was over and I was in denial
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Awww after a few love letters thats it. It just wasn't meant to be 😞
ReplyDeleteHappy you dropped by to read mine Robin
Much💛love
Ahhh, the fleeting nature of most young loves – but sweet while they last. Love your romantic tales.
ReplyDeleteAw, that was too quick a romance!
ReplyDeleteVery clever! Rough winds always shake the darling buds of May to make way for the onslaught of June.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful style and technique.
ReplyDeleteI truly appreciate your kind encouraging words sir. Keep writing Old Egg.
Robin, you are so clever in conjuring up all these pleasant companions. I don't know any named April but this one is good.
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Great rhyming, Robin, and I love that ‘Her name was May who had blossomed so well’. We have mayflowers in our garden at the moment - my grandmother wouldn't let them in the house.
ReplyDeleteAh, the lovely May ... sweet memory!
ReplyDeleteThat's the way it goes with young love sometimes! I see the comings and goings in the lives of my teenager and their friends and it can all be quite dramatic!
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