Do you remember the very first day we decided to meet?
On a narrow road sandwiched by a tall building and that two-storey printshop,
I patiently wait.
Undeniably nervous, trying to groom myself every now and then.
Knees were shaking,
heart was beating fast,
With sweat from my forehead that I kept wiping with that blue handkerchief,
I intentionally picked the color
I know you would like.
Thoughts were bombarding on my head,
fear was letting me doubt,
yet I held my chin high again.
I shouldn't be coward.
I shouldn't be afraid.
I should give it a try and yes,
I really did.
The next few seconds were stiff,
but seconds after those few vested me bliss.
Though that moment was really brisk, yet it was enough for me to tell myself that you are someone whom I want to keep for the next infinite cycles of eternity.
Yes,
I could still remember the oozing excitement on that very first day I had a glance on your soul and it is something that will never fade for it is the same excitement I bare each and everyday.
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The Flyleaf
Poetry"Poetry is the aesthetic translation of the world's dynamism." Here is a collection of poems in random subjects. Enjoy! 💕
