At that time I was young
May be sixteen or seventeen
When I fell in love with a
Girl with eyes emerald green
I loved her and dreamed
Of her even when I was awake
Alas! ! She didn't love
Me saying my love was fake
One day I wrote a poem
On her soft heart and beauty
She read and wept like a
Child and started loving me
My first love was she Can an one compare with me your lve was so lucky to have a miner in ye My first loves were one too many scared was I will they my heart steal or, , , , , ... read rest at my palace...what love art is....defintely when one is youngy
love hugged the inside heart of the girl love as happiness of life showed the pleasurable path and now enjoying everything....
Her first love was amazing and you have perceived the twinkling of hope. A brilliant poem is wisely penned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice, soft poem on love. So, it was her first love, but what about yours?
So kind of you Sir. My heartfelt gratitude for giving your time.