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 © Roger Roger | Year Posted 2023
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