The Time Of My Life Poem by Sari Mavi

Number of seasons a marker in my life
Will your presence
Would significance yourself

Several seasons into ecstasy in my life
Days full of happiness
As there can be no doubt

At that time

When the time kept going

Number of seasons is a reminder to me
Today is your birthday
But I do not have a special greeting to you

I just have a special feeling for you
- Remaining space longs for you, always
If you back

Although I'm starting to doubt

At this time