Come Back, April

Come back, April

shine on my face.

I miss how warmly

you used to hug me.

I know, I know,

I’ve been rude

like a cold

December night.

But, trust me,

I’ll change. Look into my eyes.

I’ll not crib like a

July afternoon,

when life gets harsh.

Will learn all the

romantic ways of an

October evening.

I swear, I’ll not be moody like

August afternoons.

My sweetness will melt

you, like a typical

March morning.

Spring is not spring

without you.

I know where I went wrong.

I know

you left because of my

“I hope Winters come soon” outrage.

This time it’ll be different.

I give you my word.

For this time, I’ll kiss the petals,

not pluck.

For this time, I’ll let your fragrance flourish,

not contain.

For this time, I’ll even let those eyes

appreciate your beauty, and 

not get jealous.

For this time, I’ll love you, for

not stop loving you.