May Day

I meet your eyes in the mantle of May,
Crowned with golden flowers and those with hue's
That shine throughout all the land in the day.
But bound by my love I am all confused;
For you spoke words to me and were bemused
By the face I displayed through the thoughts that
Made it. Can it be that you do not share
In the hopes that I have? were unaware
Of the love that is growing between at
An alarming rate, as the buds of trees
Forget their winter spat? could it be so?
Yet I fear in vein for your eyes do seize
Upon my every move and action, throw
Caution to the wind as a boy throws stones.

                                           May Day, (c) Luke Bennette, April 2012