There’s something about May that stirs my heart.
It arrives with sunshine and the soft promise of something wonderful.
I welcome it with open arms, knowing joy is near.
And yet, when it leaves, I always feel a quiet ache—
as if I’m saying goodbye to something I can’t quite hold.
May is woven into the fabric of my life.
It’s the month I whispered “I do” to the love of my life—
my constant, my calm, my rock.
Fifty-six Mays have passed since that day.
Each one carrying the laughter of vacations,
the warmth of family,
the gentle glow of memories that never fade.
Time moves on, but May stays with me.
In my heart, it is always May.
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