Dear May,

your flowers are so full

with sunshine and light

weren't I not with dear Jan I wouldn't be so wrought

how can you still be so far away?

you call to me my May

your sunshine

your light

your summer breezes

you're better than August

June or July

even my dear Jan cannot reply

but you my dear May

you can hear me

I can't wait

These winters hath brought me such wretchedness

I cannot bloom

Dear May

my love

answer me

sincerely yours

Lily Bloom