it was a fateful day
air smelling like tangerines
ripe along the season
that makes it easy
to forever stay.
amidst the bustling crowd,
the numerous faces
the deafening noise
i found your face,
i recognized beauty.
but when it is you
who asks me,
this mysterious feeling,
this heart-thumping,
own discovery...
my mind can't get it,
lost in words,
as i have never felt it
since before
the time I met you.
my friends told me,
this hurricane of feelings,
a storm surge of emotions,
i have no clue about,
means i'm in love.
i don't know love.
how do you love?
but when it is called love,
when my heart aches for you...
then, maybe it is true,
maybe i do love you.
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Bittersweet
ŞiirAn anthology of poems and prose covering an unrequited first love, showing the sweet feeling of naivety, the bitterness of reminiscing the first heartache, and realizations of the fact that an unrequited love, though not a love story is still a stor...
