It Was My First Kiss/ My Impression Of Hers Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

It Was My First Kiss/ My Impression Of Hers



It was my first kiss
Interspersed with her sighs and sobs,
The red rose splashed with the dews.

She seemed to be red rose
And I looking back
In amazement and admiration.

A red rose into the hands of mine,
The mistress of mine
And I proposing never to part ways.

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