How can I forget that one rainy Friday?

       That was the first time you blew me a kiss.

And there was this hassle Friday morning,

       where you gave me the meaning of bliss. 

Friday bazaars on the outskirts of the city,

       while talking how you loved water ski. 

Fridays were ours to celebrate, not until you

       walked away without me, on a Saturday.©





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