First Love
I felt her breath, tenderAs she caressed my soul
She fought not to render
Hers, as my heart she stole
Burning in the light of her eyes
Reveling in the blinding fire
Deep, hidden, a corner lies
Where receded every desire
Love was passion, love was zeal
She led, I let her lead
Wounds entice when they don’t heal
They bled, I let them bleed
My heart apart I tore
Love oozed from every creek
I desire her no more
Her love I do not seek
posted by Swetank Gupta @ 9:45 pm
1 Comments:
Man! This one's simply awsome...u rock, man!
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