April is never the cruelest month,
Every  month is curler than the other
It  only depends on what you experience !
Let's continue telling our story to you
January, I met  you  
February, you   admitted that you love me
Month after month, I loved you too
Then, you left me
I can't blame neither the months nor you!
Love is nothing but a Shakespearian tragedy!  
Not that of thoughts,
It's the other of two hearts !
One will say  goodbye ,
The other will die