Calendar
Counting the stale days on the calendar,
Hoping you will turn out to be Cinderella
When I introduce my noble name to your first name
And tell you we were in love before I knew.
Far from being a prince, I built you palaces,
Cast fields at rainbow roses and a ring.
All in my mind while studying the calendar.
Wealthy or poor, I don’t mind the texture
Of your skin, its shade or the scar on
Your face that masks the true you beneath.
I’ll compose you a love song with the
Breeze searching the trees; the birds leading,
Silence the backdrop and I, the conductor.
When time summons the day and the calendar
Smiles at me for learning patience and yielding,
I will see you and make my intensions known.
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