Looking at a picture of a cherry blossom
reminds me of past memories
reminded of a promise that I made
in the dim lights of Makati where we held a gaze
remembering that although Valentines may be far
but in my head holds a promise I said to a star
that on that special day I’ll come to you
knocking on your door
suprising you with a kiss
telling you to leave me no more.
If I tell you not to leave would you hear me out after our kiss?