She is May, <br />And I am December. <br />She appeared one day, <br />And she fanned the embers. <br /> <br />She is morning, <br />And I am twilight. <br />She's just started soaring, <br />And I'm scared of heights. <br /> <br />She is so fresh, <br />Like the morning dew. <br />I'm an old geyser <br />That no longer spews. <br /> <br />I guess I'm as lucky, <br />As lucky can be. <br />Because with so many young bucks, <br />She decided on me. <br /> <br />10/6/10 Alton Texas<br /><br />Juan Olivarez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/may-december-romance/
