It Was Your Birthday
A Beautiful Summer Morning
My Eyes Picked You Up
Among The Crowd

Getting Down From The Bus
Wearing My Favourite Dress
Tiny Little White Flowers
Sprinkled On Black
Holding Hands
Smiling At Everybody
We Walked Down The Hallways
Of The Vast Mall
Stopping At Windows
Peeking Into Shops
Smiling At Each Other
Oh We Were Close
Close As Two Could Ever Be
Our Hearts Thumping Together
Talking To Each Other
In A Way We Could Never Stop
In The Middle Of The Courtyard
You Stopped At The Jewellers Cart
Only Thing We Could Afford
Were A Pair Of Earrings
Eight Tiny Beads
Surrounding A Black Button
Sprinkled With Rings
Of White Silver
It Wasn’t The Prettiest One
But It Was The One You Chose
Because You Knew
How Much I Could Afford
Then They Were There
Sitting On Your Earlobes
Looking So Precious
And Smiling Non Stop
Your Head Lying On My Lap
Eyes Closed Into Half Moons
My Fingers Used To Count
Little Eight Beads
Sitting On That
Soft Dainty Cushion
Only Gift I Bought
Before The End
Of Those Eight Months…!