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?