First Love

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Standing in the middle of the road
Clueless and Confused
In front of me I see a man, with a gentle smile
When I look back, I see you.

 First love is so hard to forget
First love is so intense,
so hard and so deep
Its without any pretense

 It's the best until its over,
heartbreak hurts like hell
Every time you look back 
Your eyes will well

 You smile when you feel like crying
You act like you're okay
you're falling apart inside
To get out of this, there's no way

 Finally you do find someone
who loves you back
But this time you love differently
Now you love more carefully more cautiously 


Comments

  1. asteria's canvass7 April 2013 at 01:13

    makes a lot of sense.. :)

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  2. jahid8 April 2013 at 04:48

    Liked it.

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  3. Anonymous8 April 2013 at 05:34

    very soothing read however I have a query ! may I ask which one should we term the first love ?? the first person (of opposite sex...same sex , may be , in some cases :) ) we got close with or the first right person we hang around with ? I am a little confused about who should be termed the first love ?

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  4. Vishal Rathod8 April 2013 at 09:46

    Nice read . Enjoyed.

    Travel India

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  5. Easwar Arumugam8 April 2013 at 09:47

    Nice read. Like it

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  6. Gokul8 April 2013 at 10:49

    You made me think about my first love.the painful moment is when you see again after all over.

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  7. Anonymous9 April 2013 at 00:51

    Just the right elements to express the distress of missing your first love ! beautifully placed with those rhythmic words !

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  8. Maliny9 April 2013 at 02:26

    cute poem. and absolutely true those lines are :)

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  9. Unknown10 April 2013 at 01:59

    So true! Beautifully written lines :)

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  10. Anonymous11 April 2013 at 16:06

    You can never get it back. F.

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  11. Some solved riddles12 April 2013 at 08:54

    very very nyc
    loved reading it.....

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  12. Saru Singhal19 April 2013 at 08:29

    Almost everyone would agree to this poem. Wonderful read.

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  13. Sriram23 April 2013 at 10:09

    It does remind one of the first love but then for some its a self inflicted reality from which they never want to come out.

    In reality you grow to love the other person who is not your first love and many a time have a regret why did you not meet them first and the rest of the life can be beautiful if you keep trying to be a better person :).

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  14. जयवर्धन कांडपाल14 May 2013 at 10:43

    really great poem... i like it

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