First Love
A Sense of love protrudes my veins.
Echoes through my heart and leaves stains.
I do not know it yet,but it feels like a strain.
A strain of romance flooded my brain.
A sense to find her drove me insane!
But will I find her ever?
And if I do,Will she love me forever?
Or will She leave saying "Never!"?
Will I find her inside my Endeavour?
Will she ever think I am Clever?
But now She is soon in my arms!
She has such a charm,
To make me fell safe from harm!
And when we meet it will be an alarm ,
An alarm of love for this girl in my arms!
Copyright © Greg Watson | Year Posted 2013
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