WHEN THE WORLD STOPPED ROTATING Poetry | Made Hery Santosa
A beautiful woman lay under a maple tree With high brown boots; with attractive brown eyes to see Melissa; a name I learned earlier With piles of fallen maple leaves surrounded she who’s in a red sweater It gave me sheer warmth like listening to morning birds’ cheerful tweet When admiring your long, reddish silk hair with a smile so sweet Melissa; a name I learned earlier And suddenly, the books were of no interests to me any longer Indeed, being close to you made me see those sparkling eyes more clearly And looking at your pink fresh lips added charms so lovely Melissa; a name I learned earlier The world stopped rotating when I saw a wedding ring on your finger P.S. You suppose to be smiling by now because it’s only a joke during a research time :) Taken from http://goo.gl/KnQMU ©mhsantosa 2012 I am happy to share this. Please feel free to share the link, all with my accreditation. Thank you.