Welcome, maids of honour!
    You do bring
    In the spring,
And wait upon her.

She has virgins many,
    Fresh and fair;
    Yet you are
More sweet than any.

You’re the maiden posies,
    And so graced
    To be placed
‘Fore damask roses.

Yet, though thus respected,
    By-and-by
    Ye do lie,
Poor girls, neglected.

I know I still love you because I do.
Because when you talk to me I still have that feeling that I might faint any minute soon.

I do because I still write poems about you.
I spend the night forming coherent words for the unlikely encounter tomorrow at school.

I know because I can still hear that thump thump thump whenever you come close,
and that erratic breathing coming out through my nose.

It's the way I can't concentrate during Algebra,
because instead of numbers and figures I think of You.

I know because I wouldn't be up this late.
Trust me, I still do.

Time is very familiar
Like my old friend
He lives in the world is in trouble
Goes on to say whenever He comes to

He just can't catch up
Talking with him
From afar
But it is being hung out together

Now Spring going back
He doesn't come at all
Suddenly I saw him that day,
Like the art of Rain

Last year I couldn't
Almost guess the Autumn
Unless I had seen white clouds floating
In the evening sky

What happens if you don't get caught
You have to go right,
To the Winter
Come back again in the Spring

@ Musfiq us shaleheen