September the third,
no rain, no wind; clouds like marshmallows, fluffy and thick
you were standing in front of a restaurant door
Surrounded by the smell of Hawaiian pizza
I saw you, in a pair of baby blue shoes
we talked, walked, laughed
it was the first day I met you.
October the fifth,
rain; pressured atmosphere, quiet birds
no umbrella with me, shivering,
rain joined me, clothes were heavy
until I saw you, with a yellow umbrella,
and a blue one.
I like yellow, and you
it was the first day my heart opened for you.
December the fourth,
we went shopping on a rainy day
trees tried hard to stand tall and dandelion seeds everywhere
but this time, no umbrella for us
we ran from shop to shop
ended up you forgot to bring your money;
but no worries, you were still my honey
so I paid for your stupidity on that day.
And ever since I was young,
my mom told me,
“someday, you will find someone who you want to protect”
and right now,
I found that person -- you.
you are not the shiniest star in the sky
but you are the one that shows my way home
you are the first person I want to write to,
and thank you
for paying for all the stupid things I did.
No doubt, you are mine,
and this is for you...