Let me contrast you
with the month of June,
It is less gorgeous
and more boisterous;
Your plantlets
flourish in your constant noon
And, by God’s
grace, always you are with us.
Your beauty never
gives excessive heat
And clouds can never
shroud your lovely face;
The flavour of your
love remains as sweet
While fate or time
do not reduce your grace.
But June will pass,
its fruit will suffer harm,
And all its memory
will drift away;
Life will regret the
wasting of its charms
Since it must
dwindle to its final day.
While air fills
peoples’ lungs, and sun their sights,
This verse will tell
of you and your delights.
Awesome.
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