April, her heart bears such depth, her intimacy showers its reign within the wee hours. You facilitate the essence of the coming landscape, the beauty that May or may not sing your praise. Even though, June’s claim to fame is her climatic warmth in the breadth of summertime hue. April, her heart can boast that her rhythmic melody hums like a songbird’s springtime verse. The nature of her dew lingers within the essence of heaven’s breathless dawn. But nevertheless, May, my heart must transparently state, you are of my first love — day and month of my heart’s deepest vow, I thee wed. Sweet Lady, May… I be so bold to wholeheartedly say; you hold such a special place within my soul. Year after year, like a timeless flower your heart becomes my perpetual blossoms, capturing my heart’s gaze beautifully. Oh May, may my soul know forevermore; what is the colour of love? It’s warm. It’s tender. In me, a love so beautiful.
WCR
A Love Story! 