Once it was perfect.

It started out so hot.

Through September and October.

We were never caught.

Just last December the most intense of all.

I thought we finally understood.

If we set our priorities yes we would.

Unlike in November.

When you didn’t think we could.

Then January came.

It went downhill again.

So all of my style.

I used then.

It took another month.

As February went past.

The beginning of March was so good.

I thought it would last.

But by the end I didn’t know if we should.

April was alright.

Or so I thought.

There went the rug again.

During May we fought.

June we made up.

Finally on an even keel.

Little did I know?

July was just a spinning wheel.

That came around.

For its final turn.

Then it was over.

Will I ever learn?

I suppose not.

Because I’d do it all again.

With open arms.

I’d take him again despite all the alarms.