I don't write poetry

Almost May
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I thought of you today,
In this month almost May,
And how out of all the men
You chose this one out of ten:
Falling for me, as a girl gets ready to play.

I can’t help but feel as though I was not asked
About my feelings of the matter, towards you
And your simple, sweet pressure and task
Of loving you, and making it all true.

It’s true! It’s true! Nobody cared to think
That I might have a say in this selection
About why my life should go to the brink
For love, for tear-drops and doting affection.

I thought once more
About love a l’amour,
And it came to me fast
That love does not ask:
Falling for you, the one that I adore.