NEAT

And Maricel was her sweet name 
The first maiden who charmed my heart 
In sixth grade then, when we were young 
Her sweet smile glimmered like the sun 

In place named after rice fields
We had some exchange of sweet smiles 
Her sweet glance, I could not forget 
Her charm then that could go for miles 

But then, I wandered faraway 
And years have passed, she was taken 
And so my heart was taken too 
And went through shades of gray and blue 

And in this place, I came back 
Cherishing days of puppy love 
I still wish that one true love 
Will fall to me in struck of luck 

For M. C. (Her maiden initial, 7-6) 

*NEAT stands for National Elementary Achievement Test, where we first met in the place named after rice fields in 6th grade* 

December 25, 2023, 9:15 AM, PST, SPC, NE
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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