may

the sight of his face pains me

so beautiful it as if its sculpted by the gods

his eyes draw me in, like a moth to a flame

life as i once knew it shall never be the same

the words he speaks make me weak

the only thing i truly know  how to do is weep

his scent like lillac and vanilla

his skin a warm cinnamon tone

the lightness in his voice, almost like an angels

hes beautiful from all angles

 

feelings so strong, but yet so wrong

for he remains forbidden

like darkness when the sun arises

and light when it falls

snow on a summers day

no rainfall in the month of may

pain without tears

and a person without fears

so forbidden, that my feelings shall remain hidden

 

i speak these words to you and you only

for at this moment i am quite lonely

one day i shall tell you the story of my love and its glory

for now i remain in  the month of may with the heaviest of rains