Hey boy, I’m waiting for this December
Are you ready?
Come here, slowly and slowly
Step by step
I’m patient enough
But, please, be on time!
Don’t make me wait too long!
I’m afraid of the time when I’m not young
Not beautiful any more…
I’m so scared
Because of my youth
It does not last forever…
Please be on time, December boy!
And, at the very first sight
You will see,
The best of me
You will see,
How I burn myself and my love for you
You will see,
What our future looks like
And you will know,
We belong together…
Please, be on time, December boy!
P/S: This short writing came from the phrase "December boy" in my mind. Just wrote down and this is the result LOL.
Comments
Hello there Katie, to decipher the code, the December boy is an old guy? And the poet wants the guy to propose now before it’s too late for both of them. Maybe the woman tries to insinuate start to build their own family now, and she doesn’t want to wait in vain, forever. They should cherish the moment as the saying goes; use the iron when it’s still hot. The cute poem seems like in a hurry to marry. Haha!
Sure youth goes by, leaving behind the age of carelessness, and the individual enters the age of maturity, integrity, and experience, but the beauty of 'youth' never departs, it haunts in mind, in memories.
Very good. Thanks for sharing.
Xin chao Kate Huang. the December boy should run fast to reach you. Nice poem!