My first love was she
Can an one compare with me
your love was so lucky
to have a poeter in ye
My first loves were
one too many
scared was I
will they my heart steel
or steal
Some were very lovely
some beauty
Queens
I loved each one
like the silver moon
from a vast distance
my mom told me
all lovely girls
are fairies
angels
and
so love them only in
sheer imagination
I never listened to her
and even now @ eighty
lovenever betrays me
anygirl I see
still glares at me
are you really 80
they ask me
Well we can imagine
what you would have been
at 16
when gals fell like autumn leaves
do they do so still
tell me
I love autumn
as it releases fragrance of love
in multi colours
all over the world
where do you stay in Canada
Niagara
then there we all shall come
each one newer generation
still @ 16
more beautifuller
than you may ever have seen
LOVE ME FIRST
okay oldie
your heart is definitely
youngy
dearest ppmeeeeeeeeeeeee
love first me
love love for girl imaginative love in dream becomes chaste but in real life the fairy unable to live virgin coz drone for honey everywhere blooming flower tastes deflowering!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a very good poem about first love.