Oh! So large
Is the moon,
I was born
On 5th June
Merry
month of May
Her birthday!
It never happened
the way
we imagined.
I found
A pretty bride
She made me
Boast with pride;
We chose
The riverside
To live happily
Ever after.
Mayflower torn;
In between
the golden moon
floating in the wind
a whiff of perfume
Gentle swoon
Oh! So large
is the moon.
Beautiful poem. I feel blessed by having read it and bathed in your poetry.