on the day you called me yours

stuck on and to you 

like honey-bathed bees,

i found your eyes

and the sun kissed spots

on your cheeks

as stars in summer

 

long drawn,

i am joyus again,

you have come to me

and colored me yellow

like the flowers you gave me

on the day you called me yours

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