First Love…


First love is a cupid’s play,
Everything is perfect;what can I say!
Summer breeze makes the flowers sway,
Scintillating music,beatific scenery all along the way.

I was new to the city,didn’t know anyone,
Saw you playing football,it seemed like fun,
For days your face flashed like the sun,
I was smitten by you;dear lord! What have you done?

Then came across you in a bookshop,
And we started talking nonstop,
Until we were shushed by a lady in white top,
We promised to meet the next day-for a morning walk,

Although something magical was brewing between us,
I did not want to rush,
Why complicate things and make a fuss?
But Love had other plans;we hopped onto the bus.

Swimming in a whirlpool of romance,
We kissed,we sang and we danced,
Every morning was a dreamy bliss,
And every night a holiday in Swiss!

As each period of mourning is followed by delight,
Each period of amour is followed by a fight,
Keeping our ego out of sight,
little by little I knew our love was right.

I was the reacher, you the settler,
But love was the ultimate leveler,
Sharing secrets buried in our heart’s cellar,
We understood each-other without an interpreter.

I Promised to be by your side,
No matter high or low tide,
Strolling down lanes narrow or wide,
We pledged to be one another’s guide.

Though I wanted my first love to be my last,
our relationship became a thing of the past,
As we wanted things that were in contrast,
Still a decade with you will forever remain unsurpassed.

I have no grudges or hard feelings
Just fond memories of lovely meetings,
Wish you all the best for future proceedings,
May you find everything that you’ve been dreaming.


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