Don Nguyen


My First Love


My love, my first love, so special,
Had opened the heart of my soul,
Pristine, it was reserved for the divine,
With all romantic tender feelings of a human.
I shall never forget
The first time you looked at me and touched

Submitted: Friday, June 14, 2013
Edited: Friday, July 26, 2013

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  • Don Nguyen (6/15/2013 5:04:00 AM)

    Dear Spirit Leaf
    I guess I suppose to answer you from here, not from my Outbox. Thank you for reading and kind comment.
    I never dare to think of writing professionally, but the Lord will tell me what to do next. My the only purpose is to help others to love God and love one another. I guess I will finish writing poetry when I get enough for a small book.
    This poem thing is tiresome, I want to go back to the way I was before May 27th of this year.
    You are in my prayers, your First Love is just in dormancy, kindle it with a desire.
    God Bless, (Report) Reply

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