you were my first love
both so young and new
we didnt know the rules
drifted apart
yet somehow that love grew
time passed by
changing both of us
we both got damaged
though not broken
and still love grew
a chance message
a hope on a whim
do you remember who i am
you did and i knew
it always has been and will be you
because our love grew
you are my past
my present
my future
because love grew and grew
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem. First loves are never forgotten, only treasured.