I remember how this month used to be

Well it’s two years back

But the memories say other ways

Still feel like yesterday

Roses were scattered around

How nervous and sweating I was

Not knowing if you would like the suprise i have done for you

As even though I spend 2 years with you

I couldn’t tell what you like the most and dislike

Now, who am I gonna spend with this month

Who will I engrave their initial in my door mat?

Who will I share with, this chocolate

This poem I am about to write

Who will it be sent to?