I am happy, I smile,

A deep thinking and vile.

The face, I could remember

A shining sun in November

She's named after feast day

I call her as Monday

Granular of choices 

Your silence, your voices.

Moisture in beach

You sit with your sis

I looked through my mind

You hold book of bind

A music of love

Messenger as dove

It gives you my message 

You read it by passage.

I wish I could be with you 

Making moments of new

I miss you, so much

Give me life, with your touch.