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First Love Poetry Biography

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I never thought I would love someone like you

Never in my dreams that I would meet you

But then, as I travel in my life's journey

You walk into my life and I fall for you.

I never know how is it to be in love

Until that very special moment

You brought wonderful things in my life

You opened my eyes to see the beauty of love.

You are my first kiss

You are the first guy who hugged me tenderly

You are the first man who held my hand lovingly

You are my first love.

You are the one who taught me how to love sincerely

You showed me the way to your heart

You've taught me everything that I should know about love

I told myself, the story of my life is all about you.

You cared for me, and I really appreciate it

You showed me how to love unselfishly

But you never teach me the art of letting go

You never teach me the cure of hurting so much.

I thought my first love will be my last

I thought its you that I belong to

But now, what I once thought remains as thoughts

For you are now waiving goodbye.

All your smiles are for me

But now, its for somebody else's

Your stare so full of love

Its for someone's comfort.

The hug and kiss that I once have

Your heart once all mine

Now, they all belong to somebody

It hurts to know you are already gone.

Deep in me, I made a promise

I will never fall in love again

Unless its you, my first love,

My one and only...

It happened in Physics,

reading a Library art book under the desk,

(the lesson was Archimedes in the bath)

I turned a page and fell

for an older man, and anonymous at that,

hardly ideal –

he was four hundred and forty-five,

I was fourteen.

‘Eureka!’ streaked each thought

(I prayed no-one would hear)

and Paradise all term

was page 179

(I prayed no-one would guess).

Of course

my fingers, sticky with toffee and bliss,

failed to entice him from his century;

his cool grey stare

fastened me firmly in mine.

I got six overdues,

suspension of borrowing rights

and a D in Physics.

But had by heart what Archimedes proves.

Ten years later I married:

a European with cool grey eyes,

a moustache,

pigskin gloves.