Classic Poem

REMEMBER May?
O, till no more a color tincts the spray,
And Life's last branch goes bloomless; aye, my Dear,
So long I shall remember that sweet year
And sweeter meeting, that divine soft day.

Remember you?
What glamoury of May I listen to
Or see, must have your voice, plead from your eyes.
I swear that month was dropped from Paradise
To date our dream, and bring the dreaming true!
May means remembering you!