Oh The Sunny Girl

By John Salamon C

In the early morning,

She waits for me upstairs;

Lights up the lamp and make me awake;

She screams through the door edges

Even though I’m rolling over the bed;

When her loving gaze fell on me

Felt a strength in the bones;

She plays hide and seek through the trees.

If my visit delays

She heats up with anger at noon

Or

Disappear in the clouds

Or

She cries and drenches me

Sometimes her cry lasts for a week.

I think she is rounding me but I don’t know

I’m the one who’s rounding her!

On the Auspicious evening of lovers

Her anger is turning to eager!

When embraced before leaving

the whole earth is such a colorful mix!

Even after separted,

she leaves a mark(moon) for me!

At night,

I melted and wrote a poem looking at the mark(moon).

Why I didn’t write for her?

Here these lines are dedicated to her

I’m waiting on the terrace without sleeping for her arrival!

Oh the Sunny girl!

By John Salamon C