#WritcoPoemPrompt16

The pages of my old book,
Hold my memories of yesterday,
Every smile, every tear,
Every person who came my way...

I craved to see hue with sways of gold Curtains in my room..
My thoughts took a stroll washing clothes
And sweeping floor with a yellow broom

I sit aside for few moments to Look into
My own eyes...
Years I longed for a hug or a kiss from
My destined knight...

A warmth of Love shrouded in beautiful...