I sat on the high balcony of my home
Conversing with the cool breeze of the night
A voice called out to me with immense love
Hearing it brought a sense of pride and humor
I looked up smiling to my pen and paper that stood its ground
The love strucking me like a thunder
Finally, the dreams of being with my true love had surfaced
My own pen and paper♥♥♥.


fmusa.