FIRST TIME~by Piya Ghosh

 

 

FIRST TIME

Frustrated, dejected and scarred
She was about to leave,
When his hands grasped hers;
His emerald eyes were looking away
But the touch of his hands
Reassured her that he would treasure
Each of her endless teardrops
As precious pearls
Stringing them into the most beautiful necklace.
She knew that she was closest to truth;
She sensed true love for the first time,
And started dreaming of forever.

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Piya Ghosh~ 3-12-18