March, march, march. I didn't love you from the start. But waiting for you. I know He's true. Oh, how this time has passed! My dear sweet March. I waited so many months. Called you out with my lungs. I'm so parched, Oh dear March. But, here you'll be. Can't wait to see. I waited in search. To quench my thirst. It will be March. Soon, at last. Oh dear March, just like starch. Iron out the creases. This research of Rhesus. Sure, I've learned. But it's time to overturn. Can't wait to proceed. Harvest from the seed. My sweet March, I see you as an arch. A rainbow in the sky. A promise up high. -RUELHA www.ruelha.com © Copyright Protected. All Rights Reserved.