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