Dear Harold

Dear Harold,
You are January,
With remaining winters and pure white snows
With freezing dews and chilly wind blows
You are February,
With grey skies and pinky cheeks
With icing droplets and green leaves
You are March,
With dull skies and gloomy yellow
With long nights and short days to follow
You are April,
With flower blooms and bad jokes
With fresh daisies and dandelions
You are May,
With eyes so green and calming voice
With peaking sun and wet soils
You are June
With heating weather and energetic spirit
With techno music and  hot string sweat
You are July
With hot days and very much sunshines
With flexing muscle and crowded beaches
You are August
With bright light and constant laugh
With affection and gentle touch
You are September
With humid air and dirty ground
With tranquility and leaves blown
You are October
With sweet cookies and nice smell
With warm sweater and signature smile
You are November
With cold temperature and lack of sun
With hideous flaw and several imperfections
You are December
With the hot chocolate and exquisite color
With loving fireplace and singing happy carol
Just like that you are far from perfect
But somehow you just standing there, obliviously take away my breath

Much Love and Affection

G.