"What am I to you?" You asked
I held your hand and answered
"You're every bit of felicity
That I know in the most
Extraordinary form,".
YOU ARE READING
Pastel Yellow
PoesiaI'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. ...
