As day turns to night
I sit quietly to thinking of thought to  myself
No soul in my sight
Dark May should not be to oneself

Then along came a whisper
With good in his mind
It said “hey there sister”
My, my you are quite the “shine”

“Be to your nose”
I yelled in a horrid discuss
Then he proposed a white rose
And said sweetly “oh why the fuss”

I turned to see
That the man was but kindred
Not quite older than me
A smile oh so quiet vivid

“My apologies” kind sir
I mean no disrespect
a moment of Dark may will spur
But your gratitude I will collect

My, I find that quiet nice
For a women to be of confidence
For some free advice
Never cease to show your dominance

I smiled with cheeks
Like that of a rose
“Why you are very sweet”
I said with a twinkle of my nose

I wrapped my arm in his
And we walked the night away
Oh and that’s the sweet whizz
Who brought joy to my dark May!