I am December, he is May;
His freshness and vitality
breathe new life
into the faded photgraph
of myself
that I had become.
I had pressed myself
between the pages
of my memory,
looked back on my youth
as the best years of my life.
Then, one night,
a beautiful young man
looked at me 
and the desire in his eyes
was for me.

He is May,
he is sunshine and flowers,
he fills my empty days
with the music of his laughter,
and my long, lonely nights
with the magic of his love.

I am December,
my lifetime eclipses his,
yet I feel as though his kisses
woke me from a long sleep
and my world is new
and bright once more.

His touch of May
in my December
has rekindled a flame
I thought had died long ago
and revived the joy of living
within my heart.
He is my love; I am alive.