The Cycle Poem by David duckworth

April showers bring May flowers, Mayflowers bring foreign pilgrims.
Being with you brings smiles for hours, happiness comes out from within you can see my symptoms.

Rain makes corn, and corn makes ethanol.
Ethanol ran my dreams since I was born, life was bread from love we didn't walk before the crawl.

Crawling leads to walking, and walking leads to running.
You run through my heart and mind all day don't pretend that is stunning.

Being stunned causes myself to gasp, which leads back to you.
When I hold you I don't wanna lose my grasp, but I lost my grasp and now im blue.

Even though im blue you make me laugh, laughing makes my world go round and so do you.

Speaking of you, you made us, and us makes me smile.
You're the one who makes me blush, I'd crawl to keep you love with me forever past a mile.