Nicholas Nikolov

(April.6,1988 / Toronto)

A Walk I Will Not Forget


It was a beautiful sunshine
hot summer day;
lovely spent with thee, sweetheart mine,
a bright scorching sizzle, in the month of May.

Walking together and holding hands
along the enchanting pathway,
filled with blossomed flowers divinely as it stands;
wherever we walk, doesn't matter which way.

From time-to-time, the gently breezing
wind silently whistles;
softly blowing trees begin rustling
accompanied by bird chirps.

Frolicking through the flowers; children were we
running, jumping, and skipping in happiness
high. Resting upon a tree branch, gazing outward to the
sunset together is oh so precious.

Sweetly sleeping in my warm
loving arms; I tenderly kiss and sing;
never thinking nor desiring to harm -
thankful, for your love you bring.

Submitted: Monday, February 18, 2013
Edited: Monday, November 25, 2013

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The first meaningful walk with my then-girlfriend



(Toronto, Mar.30,2008)

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