It was a Saturday night
Second of December year 2017
That you professed your love
To a pitiful human such as
Myself.
Reminiscing the memories
Of the distant past
The very first poem I created
Just for you was also during
A Saturday night and was
Given right after you attended
The mass in our community.
Good old days
Still as fresh as spring
Forever in my mind
They'll remain.
YOU ARE READING
Pastel Yellow
PoetryI'm not so sure How are you able to see Through those thick-rimmed Glasses of yours To think that someone like Is pretty enough To be yours. What have I done For the Great King to Give me the most precious Reward I could ever acquire. ...
