Has something changed?
A day begins with someone in my mind and I ask myself
Has something changed?
A moment of silence brings a smiling face infront of me
and I ask myself, Has something changed?
That sweet voice feels as a music full of love sang to me,
and I ask myself, Has something changed?
Few smiles on her face are everything else starts to fade away
and I ask myself, Has something changed?
Tiny bicker deems our whole day as The sad and a year long
and I ask myself, Has something changed?
Even death is seeming to be a better choice over her
and I ask myself, Has something changed?
Getting lost in her thought is the most beautiful magic around
and I ask myself, Has something changed?
Time spent, many attempts struggling just to finish this poem
and I ask myself, Has something changed?
There is a hint of satisfaction, as I am typing these words
So……… I ask. Has something changed?
Yes,
My whole life changed, when a precious little flower became my life
and everything in it
