It was a calm and quiet night.
We were strolling hand in hand,
whispering our love to each other.
Her hand was warm and soothing.
It was like a moment out of a poem.
The street lamp lit up her face
as we walked down the street.
Her pretty eyes and pink lips
captivated me.
I was afraid I would kiss her.
So, I withdrew my hand
and turned away.
But I was a little relieved
to see her disappointed face.
Thank heavens! it wasn't just me.
I held her by the waist
and kissed her forehead.
What a lovely night it was!
And like that, we declared our love
for each other
without even uttering a word.
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First love's spell
RastgeleThis poetry book is a compilation of memories of first love. It shares experiences of first love - the joy💓, the heartache💔 and everything in between💝. I hope you all will like it :) Author's note: Pictures in this book don't belong to me; I got...
