One day, he asked me
“What perfect gift will be? ”
I am sure that was for me
I answered, “Love of purity”.
Again, he asked me
“What perfect time will be? ”
“Anytime will do” replied
Over joy blistered me to wild
Whole day I waited
Unwelcome facts nodded
He brought a girl next to me
“My consort”, he proudly told me
Fake smile registered
And my body shuttered
I just walk away outcast
And take a note, “This is for last”
Sheldon Allen Saluta
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-note-9/
