The Sky that Falls by Deniz Besim - HTML preview

My Gracious Friend

I'd never met anyone so profound

As you.  The day I met you by the pond

We chimed, 'hello,' and then struggled to bond.

Minutes, neither of us made a sound,

In silence to follow, staring around. 

Oblivious that of you I was most fond,

Struggled wishing I had some secret wand.

Wishing I was rich, I took out a pound,

Planted a cool coin onto your palms deep,

Into your blue eyes I search for appeal,

Don't be too harsh, I'll try not to weep.

Don't mock, please treasure the love which I feel;

A promise so sacred, this secret keep,

I'll love you forever, please this do seal.