On A May Day...
Love so gratifying, love so profound.
Love at its height, love, I found.
It was the season, it was May.
Air spoke of Love, it was raining every day.
Stars didn’t come, they went out to romance.
Clouds sheltered them, showing their stance.
Morning schemed passion, evening, on fire.
Sensed like everything brimmed with desire.
Should I say or else keep quiet?
For my man will laugh at my plight.
It happened in summers, I loudly say.
I fell in Love on a May day!
Love needs no reason and no season. However, this poem is dedicated to all those who found their love in the month of May, as I did.