Want for May

May walking she has what is true
May flying a sky that is blue.
May cheating she lacks the intent
May money was all she had spent.
Fleeting once was her contempt.
Alone May wanting to vent.
May loves her tastes horrid and sweet.
So, does she May kind as a treat.
I wish May likes she does know.
My wish May cares may grow,
fond sweet as I dare that I see 
May's woe
May wistful for me.