It wasn't until I had sometime
to clean up the rooms,
And unfolding the 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,
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.