Under the red umbrella

It's written by me as a part of Mag80 (Magpie Tales) and Thursday poets rally 51!

From morning till night i had the thought of you in my mind.

I left the doors of my feelings open to let reach you.

Staring outside the window from my workplace i saw,

the air was moist as the rain splashed about in happiness.

I waited for the evening and ringed the bell of your door,

had a surprise in my hands, 

which not before you to anyone could be told.

The red umbrella under which i longed your company too,

was left melancholic as the door was not opened. 

I peeked through the windows and thought to sneak in to,

But you were not interested and i was afraid of the truth.

I left my bicycle so you would know,

that i waited whole night just if you would go.

Go with me to where i had surprises for you,

and open the bag that had a secret to be told.

The night passed and the damp soil said to me,

"walk along now and try once again this evening!"

I left that place again to come back,

to have you right beside me here. 

Here under my red umbrella all glad.

Red Umbrella,Christopher Shay