You Are My Moon. Poem by vaibhav vizard

You are my moon,
you are the june,
when I took birth,
mother was in mirth.
You are my january,
when I became wary,
to resist from cold,
or love you by being bold.
You are my march,
where I could search,
the forbidden smile of your,
for you the world I can explore.
You are my may,
season of extreme gay,
where I want to be a zephyr,
and extinguish the season's fire.
You are my august,
as you are also august,
to love you immense is must,
by leaving all sorrows and lust.
You are my september,
merry and green as cucumber,
God may preserve your beauty,
as I think you are the last pretty.
You are my december,
when I must remember,
the promise to be kept ever,
love you immense like never.