My Days With You

This ordinary yet special poem close to my heart:

A morning I open up my eyes
And gaze out of window
Breeze blowing gently through leaves
Singing and floating nightingales
And it reminds me
My days with you.

Another pleasant evening I walk
Side by the endless sea
Weaves run and kiss my feet
Steal sand away from underneath
And it reminds me
My days with you.

Again a night under sky
I sit and stare magic of stars
No sign of cloud but a drop
Falls and is saved on a palm
And it reminds me
My days with you.