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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