The Box
A red rose tied
across the top
of the tiny box
that lay in your hand
My heart skipped a beat
a hundred times twice
as you slowly walked
the path toward me
A smile appeared
across your face
as you lifted the lid
of the tiny box
Inside it lay
golden earrings
Those earrings, that day
wrote the song
the love bird sings.
Dedicated to a special one.....Always Maryam*
Copyright © Maryam Jameela Haniff | Year Posted 2009
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