First Love

First Love

Her smile had a way to put me at ease
Pleasant and genuine, one of a kind
The spark in her eyes, like a rare diamond
Alluring and enchanting, held me still
One day she said, shyly,” Don’t stare at me!”
“Don’t blame me, its your pretty face”, I said.
She laughed, oh how melodious it was!
Years passed by, I searched for her everywhere,
In the raindrops after a heavy rain,
In the tiny dew drops, at every dawn.
I never could find a visage like her’s.
My heart grew weak, I laid sick on the bed.
To see her one last time, before I die
Became my prayer every passing hour.
One night, my breath ceased all of a sudden,
Her smile welcomed me and put me at ease.


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