Maybe this could be the month
When the loathed seed will arise
All the lovely flowers will blossom
The scent of red roses up in the air

The hearts of maidens full of hope
Hope in the mysterious connection
One heart intertwined with another
Two souls conjoined in unity

If such exists, this could be the month
Oh what joy it would mean
Oh what peace it could bring
Oh what contentment it will give

Birds chirping in the spring morning
Two lovers laying in truthful bliss
No words spoken, only the hearts converse
Maybe this could be the month of love