Her name was May
You met in May
On the City Hall way
She was far away
She looked away
You walked her way
You talked anyway
It was a great day
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Her name was May
You met in May
On the City Hall way
She was far away
She looked away
You walked her way
You talked anyway
It was a great day
[Click on the title to view poem]

A lovely poem, I like the theme 🙂
Glad you like it. Thank you!
Poetry is as a corridor to the soul, and yours is well lit 🙂
Thank you!