Number eight replaced number seven,
Fire crackers are exploding on heaven,
But you're still the fire that makes me wanna fly,
One who shows glows and colors of the dark sky.
All jump and shout as the clock strikes twelve eve;
My heart hops and beats, each second, your name.
Please let the pages of those numbers leave,
And increase the endless story we aim.
Not sticky as a tikoy but glued on me,
I can say that you're too much, I am lucky.
You're not circular yet a precious charm,
Though makes my lips curve, I'm away from harm.
Wanna look your eyes reflecting at night,
Kiss your hand and face, the most gorgeous sight,
Under the bunch of clouds which sparks it rains,
Then whispers,“all change but my love remains".
Thank you for reading ladies and gentlemen.