First Love

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When sun touched her black skin,
Its radiance shone in her eyes.
Her laughter told it all.
Her beauty gloated over years finally saw the reason .
It wasn't the burn of lady lust but the sooth of pure maiden,
Like music just met its lyrics,
Like life and death shared a kiss.
It left the world to witness,
How elegant their lives could be.
For me, it was a prize-
A gift to resist a drunken night,
To an age-long endurance to stay a little longer.
Who knew that in a world of handsome men,
Break of dawn would be my first love.


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