My first love understood me well,
He’d ask me question-the questions,
But……
He’d never knowing how I felt,
Expect
A spoken answer
He’d look askance
at my deep-flushing face;
into my eyes, wherein a tear new-born
had sprung;
then at my lips
smiling shy but unafraid.
He’d touch my hands
And smile.
My first love understood me well.
well...lucky you...my first love told me he never cared about me...great poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Cute First Love, always well :)