The First Love
The first time we had met
in the drizzle of the setting sun,
your flushing face I painted
on the blank canvas of mind.
Your parted lips alluring,
your dove eyes enticing,
flashed in dreams designed for me.
In the tempest of time
these dreams blew away
with the squall on sail.
Rising from the debris of wreckage,
I set sail on a new sea,
the uncharted course guided by
the beacon of flickering memory.
I reached the shore entranced,
the drifted dreams returned
with your face on moonbeam.
Time couldn’t ravage my longing,
for eternal is the first love.
September 21, 2019
Word count : 100, Checked on PS Grammar Checker
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Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2019
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