Memories, Madness and Love in May

Flowers are blooming
And so are the idiots
All, as the month of May begins . . .
And lets not forget the hormones
Because they are moaning and groaning
As the month of May begins with all of her splendor . . .
All while love struggles along with the budding flowers
To blossum and grow despite late frosts and such
And through it all I continue to love you so much . . .
So much, especially as I remember past memories
Of both the good times and the bad
But mostly of the good
And do my best to nurture
Our struggling love
So that perhaps it may bloom
This Spring
This being my dream
As I contemplate memories
And my madness and our love
In May