Him

Him

In
That
Spring
Of
Endless
Play,
We
Ran 
Away,
And
Begged
Brief
April
To
Grant
Us 
One 
More
Day,
But 
All
Too
Soon,
It
Was
The
Month
Of
May.
Love
Faded,
So
There’s
Scant
To
Say,
But
He
Was
Charming
In
Every
Way,
And
I’d
Do
It
All
Again
Today.