Poem

Few heartbeats are yet connected to the same Rhythm, 

Which I loved to save in my heart's album, 

Waitin' for the comin' autumn, 

Wonderin' to stay with a tree trunk to see you in a visit column, 

Even if I will have to wait for another blossom, 

Will make each autumn leaf to act like a drum, 

Which will naturally start the sound when you will come, 

The breezes singing only for you handsome, 

Feel superior you the only king of my imaginary kingdom,

Writin' you always in the first Couplet of my poem.