Ecstasy In Twenty-First September Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

M-y ectasy in twenty-first September
A-mounts to a million mirth;
R-emembering your day,
T-hinking about your birth.
I-t's an ecstasy in twenty-first September,
A-s the night passes from view;
H-appiness I truly feel, freeing my life far from blue.

L-et ecstasy in twenty-first September
O-pen my heart to pleasure;
U-nless the new dawn breaks,
I-n my mind remains the pressure.
S-hare ecstasy in twenty-first September, allowing it to comfort me;
E-arly light in the morning is the promise that I see.

R-apture really fills my soul,
E-uphoria's size is getting bigger;
Y-our occasion has caused
E-cstasy in twenty-first
S-eptember.