Shawn Marc B. Carreon
The color yellow is never more graceful,
Highlighting the day with warmth so full;
It feels wholesome as the winds stroke your hair,
Courting my eyes to its sublime stare.
As it spreads to its tender state,
Claiming its gracious place,
I come along with such impactful waves;
I breathe what love could somehow be.
I surrender before our spotlight,
My stomach, filled with butterflies,
My heart, I open with a warm welcome,
Myself… All yours to keep and claim.**