June

June was the month I's born,
But that's not what I'm here to tell.
I'm here to talk of the precedent in my life,
And her name is June.

June! Oh June! Oh when I look at her,
I see things glorified I cannot begin to describe.
June! Oh June! Oh, what can I say?
A simple "I love you" just doesn't say enough.

She came along when I was at a crossroads,
When I was at a fork in the road between Heaven and hell.
I thought at age eighteen I had it all figured out,
But apparently, God had other plans for me.
I was fightin' like a damn fool, tryin' to earn my own lot,
But the power of The Lord was too commanding,
And He sent her to set me free.

June! Oh June! Oh where did she come from?
I went to many bars and met many dames,
But they were apparently not dandy enough
To suit me to God's decree.
June! Oh June! Oh, how I love her!
And yet, that does little to tell of how I feel.

She came to me, it seems, from out of the blue,
But in reality, I met her in my general store.
She was pickin' supplies for a meal that night
To fix for her siblings, mother and ol' man.
We exchanged greetings, and we grew acquainted,
And ultimately, we fell in love.
Yet, I was a cruisin' down the road to hell,
The fire all around me, my soul was black from soot,
My mind needed mending, and here she was
To help me steer in the right direction.

June! Oh June! Thank God for her,
For without her, I wouldn't be seeing the light of day.
I bet she didn't know that I was a poet,
That I could write in verse my feelings for her.
June! Oh June! But I cannot possibly convey my message enough,
I cannot possibly say how much she mean to me.
I cannot disclose my true love to her,
So she'll just have to marry me and see.