It happened on the eleventh.
As usual a plain day
I am on my way
On my way to knock at her room
But my shy heart blocked me.
I tried several chant to finally
Step at her room
But my heart blocked me.
She's been so serious
While I'm so tedious.
Until, the warm afternoon came in
She's been busy
While I am feeling uneasy
Uneasy whether the day would be special or not for her.
So I did, I gave her a present straight from my heart.
But she had no reaction.
I thought it was a failed action.
When the night came in
She whispered in my ear
"Thank you for remembering my special day, this eleventh."
My heart pounds so high
So, hi
That's her special day,
On that eleventh day
It makes a way
To sing a song straight from my heart.
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MP LIGHTS 143: BOOK 2
Poetry-This book is a collection of poems, written in traditional and free verse patterns. -This book offers you to enjoy poetry while making a touch in your world through poems.
