It was a lovely march delight..
The things were in my eye sight..
Leaves were green and so bright..
I saw that face of a little knight..
smiles upon the pure blue sky...
Hands together ready to fly...
April kept me singing my life..
Until I fainted on his smile..
Storm kept a tear for May..
Doctor said its a small way..
Coming for me sooner or late..
He waits for a June so Do my fate..
Trees were alone with her color brown ..
I was in June with a blanket worn..
Counting hair and he made a swore..
To marry me on a July noon & I said don't...
As the nurse said he never went home..
Why me? my mind said, to be strong..
A sweet august just took me home..
With a wedding ring and my head was bold..
My Lovely September..wait with me..
I wasn't much afraid of dying in vain..
But to loose that smile which kept me warm..
Dear September..I wanna grow old and old...
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