First day of summer,
I sent her a poem.
There, it suit my somber
As I treat her as my home.
Home that only I exists.
Second day of summer,
I found my lips that cover.
Covers every emotion and eager
When she didn't seen the poem I sent her.
Infact, her profile has a green dot on it.
Third day of summer,
I sent her another poem.
Holding my breath—
As she crash my world all over!
I'd never regretted.
Fourth day of summer,
When I got her first reply
Adrenaline rush filled my body
As I read her message aloud.
"Thank you for your effort. I appreciate it, really."
On the fifth day of summer.
Didn't expect, can't explain!
Smiling like an idiot
Like a winner and a lover.
A voice message, with her prose in it.
Days goes by and by
Comfortably fit, no more shy.
Didn't stop sending poems;
Precious words and sweet alibies.
Slowly captivating your soul's heart.
Never stopped pursuing her.
Sending unending poems about her.
I won't stop,
Until she knew—
That I love her so.
