Poem for her 821

Dear Readers,


That day


There was a summer party going on
I didn't go to the beach much
She spied me from afar ages ago
There I'd be standing just doing
There she'd walk by and look
Then one day in the summer
I said Hi
We chatted while near by
Then off she'd fly
Then one day I wrote her a poem
There were some more conversations
And time passed by
Things talked about
Then one day she said
Happy Birthday in a song style
There as a phone call
Then some sparks flew
Then more
On that day in a parking lot
Kisses her as we dance
Telling her poems with my fingers
All over her again and again

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.