Your lips were strawberries
but you loved bilberries
the picnics we went
and the ecstatic moment we spent
were like the golden berries
You are my happy color yellow
And my sunset mellow
favorable and melodious.
Your eyes are gray
but you don't play
the mountains we climbed
and as our songs rhymed
were my contented days
You are my happy color yellow
And my sunset mellow
favorable and melodious.
But soon,
as the moon had shown its face
I lost your grace
you became my pitch night sky
with only a pinch of shining stars.
- © Nada Saly
