I Was Ten She Was Eight Poem by Dr.Rajendra Tela,Nirantar

I was ten she was eight
She was my classmate
Her innocence
Neat dress, Suave looks
Soft smile
Simple and elegant manners
Attracted me
My heart was not
What it used to be
The heart beats increased
Face blushed
Whenever I saw
Or talked to her
I could not understand
Why and what it was?
I told my mother
About The changes I felt
My mother replied
You are as innocent
As she is
Love for her
Has erupted in your heart
Something nobody can stop
Falling in love is natural
You are the lucky one
Falling for someone
Earlier than others