My sacred beloved,
my second half.
What have I done
to awaken your wrath?
For months, you shined
and with happiness you glowed
but anger and tears
have paved a new road.
Oh my dear May
and oh my dear June,
why did the wind
have to blow so soon?
To chill and kill
my spreading joy
to change your purity
to an evil coy.
You represent laughter
and give birth to new cheer
but the clouds have you kidnapped
until spring of next year.