My First Love. Poem by anju addanki

From childhood bloomed youth,
And learnt lifes truth,
My first love sped fast,
And it was a painful task.

My first love of life,
Didn't let me make her my wife,
It left me cold,
And none to behold.

I tried to sing and laugh,
But yet my heart was broken half,
My soul was just crying,
And I felt like dying.

But, with time healed my pain,
And to cry I thought was vain,
Though inside I was still cold,
My life I tried to hold.

And then came sunshine,
When I went to have a wine,
I met someone special,
And felt she is the one.

We were quite and shy,
And didn't say much,
We sighed at our looks,
From there our love cooks.

Spent wonderful marriage years of four,
And loved each other even more,
A child is on our way,
And we thank God for this hope of ray.

Years have slipped past,
Things are not same,
Yet at times I think of my first love,
Wondering? what was her name.