With her mother she came to my home
She said she wanted to see my room
Together we started to play
Soon this started to happen everyday
One day I asked her, "will you be my girlfriend"
She laughed and said, "But arent you already my boyfriend."
Our daily routine went on
I felt nothing can go wrong
Then one day She said they are moving to the US
I went into complete distress
On my cheek she planted a kiss
I knew her I would dearly miss
The day they were to leave was here
She looked perfect with her hands in her hair
She saw me standing far away and smiled
I couldn't control myself and started to cry
Running towards me came she
Hugged me and told me she loved me
That was my first love story
I was eight and she was twenty
*Not to be confused as "my" first love story*
4 comments:
As good as your writings are,what I enjoy even more is the clarification that you give at the end of each post in which you have written about love !
I wonder who it was who once was speaking to me about confirmation bias???
lol...now thats a good observation...also, now one can easily make out if i write about my own lovestory as that wont b having a footnote... :)
Adarsh - Came across your blog from WeBlog and am following - like your poems and your humor.
hi Corinne..thanks a lot and welcome :)
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