Little By Little.

It wasn't until I had sometime

to clean up the rooms,

And unfolding the box, 

our box,

for the hundredths of time.

Laying out pictures of us,

frame by frame, little by little.

When a note slips away to my laps.

A small little white piece of paper,

written nicely, yet undone.

"the smell of morning dew,

at the break of dawn,

it's a start of something new,

with the roses blossom in the lawn.

as the sunlight touches my face,

i hear the hustle in the wind,

as my heartbeat pick up the pace,

i open my eyes with u on my mind"

With a calm and collected smile on my face,

my itchy fingers began to move.

Little by little,

before I had that little piece of paper filled.

"as my face began to feel the moisture,

embracing the breeze

i held close our pictures together 

between my knees

it's a world of wonder, 

where magic rejoiced

when the world seems lighter, 

whenever i hear your voice

round and round we dance,

under the sunlight, 

we waltz,

in our profound romance.

and though I might not 

be always in your view

my endless whispers of love, joy and care

will always be with you."

And I smiled,

putting my fingers at rest,

Little by little.