Lying down in my bed facing the loft, where
I espied your name in your briefcase
Lost in the realm of our cherished moment togather..
My thoughts took me to our inceptive days of our friendship.
Where your formal call would air my mobile.
Later..I could realise something good has sprouted deep in our minds.
And could see mushrooming day after day.
Our inaugural rendevous in that temple.
Thinking of those days where i shouldered my sorrows.
Now, when i think it still lingers as fresh as dew.
Years rolled on you are still with me sharing our fruit of friendship...
Just then I heard the knock at my door when I found you..
Standing tall..still...
Holding those yellow roses of friendship unfaded by it's time!
There is a lingering passion here my friend! Friendship yes, love maybe...... Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ohhhhhh! ! ! ! ! such a sweet poem..........well done....