This is another empty box....
containing nothing nothing not even a fox.
If it were full of information...
then there would be room for a celebration.
If I could think of anything that could go inside...
I would be there to fill it up with pride
But I checked it once and maybe thrice...
and without knowing I filled it with spice....
Its filled with my little poem to say...
Sweet Michael.... I hope you have a wonderful sweet day!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem