Earring

Do you remember the last winter

It was the first time when you held my hand

On the steps of that fort

where we liked to stand

When the sun was shining bright

And on your face my earring was reflecting light

Birds were chirping but it was still quite

and you reached out for my hand and held it tight

Walking back outside

I lost one earring on my way

Those were my favorites

and loosing them ruined my day

Later, in your bag, i saw

My earring was there in a silk pouch

What was the conclusion I could draw

You've stoten it, there's no doubt

You came there and saw me angry

There was a mischievous look on your face

and you said, wait, let me make you see

When I miss you alot, It's what I will embrace!