260629 | I Hope to See May (original poem)

Far from my feelings in May,

Where days are as bright as flowers so merry

And my sorrow out of the way.

Watching nature’s white blanket turn gray.

Snow, as short lived as February,

Far from my feelings in May.

Gift me a lovely bouquet,

For my heart to carry

And my sorrow will be out of the way.

There was a time when I didn’t want to be on display.

But it's time I accepted the truth contrary,

Far from my feelings in May.

Hopefully my love will stay,

As sweet as a berry

And my sorrow out of the way.

Spare me a moment for today

and I will welcome death, and not remain wary.

Far from my feelings for May

And my sorrow in the way.