First love forever lasts.
Cinders from the past
Gather fire from the cold
In your heart light a spark.
First love forever lasts.
In your eyes it alights
In the middle of the nights
Turns a drop of tear.
First love forever lasts.
When you get up in the morn
You see it appear
In renewal’s attire.
First love opens a door that's never been opened before. How could we forget? Good to read this.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
First love keeps knocking at the door of memory and in dull moments it gets in, never like an intruder, but as a welcome guest! ! Enjoyed! !