Remembering May Poem by Helen Crutchett
Remembering May
I remember the sweetest balm of a Summer's Day
For I was young and it was May...
Gathering lilac flowers with perfume divine
A certain knowing that you were mine...
Heartbeats quickened pulses with our first kiss
Flying on golden wings of bliss...
As young lovers we pledged our promise true
Sadly a promise kept by me, not you.
For I was young, and it was May ~
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