There's a special tale to be told,
At a time in a land of cold.
It may be deserted at first,
Water frozed, anyone can be thirst.
The Boy who lived there,
Preparing to travel here.
He's meeting with someone,
That he knows and loves so much.
In the city a girl waiting,
For someone at a long spacing.
Before she reaches the gate
A boy pat her, she was too late
The Boy who travelled miles away,
From the mountains to forest, trees sway.
Now at the city, with his gift,
A small box, easy to lift.
The girl opened his gift, with shock a-mazed,
Looks like a ring that shines a-glazed.
The Boy said "Hope you like it",
The girl replied "Of course I'll treasure it".
It seems like this sounds like something,
Of course, we know it for sure thing.
Yet, if the title still make you confused,
It was you along, hope you amused.
I wish who reads this a Happy Birthday,
I know we are busy at weekdays.
Hope you enjoy this once-in-a-year occasion,
For me it feels like, a vacation.
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Poetic Life: Volume 1
PoezjaCompilations of Poems written by yours truly, Martin Chua What is the feeling of storing your precious memories, in beautiful pieces of literature?
