Mr. Yellow

 A ray of light wakes me up in the morning, 

A plate of appetite at my breakfast. 

The light that greets my day - his smile is like a light of hope. 


The flower in my garden, 

A sunshine at my night time. 

His laugh melt the inner me - he is my Mr. Yellow. 

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