1st of june
I can recollect the day's memories,
And the blooming day's untold stories.
Friendly breeze touch'd your hair;
And the one was me who just star'd.
I was thinking of the future
Sittin' underneath the tree
You were writing a novel of future
Which I had already wrote in the pre.
The june was started to bloom,
But, you proposed.
Then the sun closed behind the loom.
And, I stopped talking.
I thought and said, "NO"
You looked a little upset though.
But Love, I saw another's flaws.
So, I saved the loss.
The june started healthy
And it's going wealthy.
YOU ARE READING
Lost letter
Poetryit's just a poem made of many emotions and feelings.... i hope you will love it if you really love it then, show it.
