You may not know that in that place

I love the way I met you in summer bloom

Up there in the unconventional space

Down there in the kitchen room



People may looked at you differently

But I found the real you while sipping our coffees

In our long walks and in your touch, so gently

As I cry over onions and when pen and paper are in piece



The crowd may say things about those days

But I'll always remember the sound of drums

The way you smile while I'm raging mad under sun rays

And our kisses and hugs, undeniably warm



I'll never forget how you made me feel so gorgeous

In that month...