With a pen and a paper
My writing started to bloom...

Sultry evenings
And even cold ones...

I was in the middle
Of my journey...

When you left
We knew what will happen...

Every girl
Wanted you...

When i was a kid
I used to be a crying baby...

It was just a week
A month and a year...

I used to love this place
Where i had grown...

Never let your tear fall
To make a new hole...

I've learned much of this,
In the years I have been staying in earth...

Being a poet
Makes me feel proud...

A special day
Shared by two souls...