My Love: Empty Present Poem by kafil uddin raihan.

First time we have been friend,
First time you touched my hand,
First time we walked together,
First time we got so closer,
First time you made the propose,
First time I made a refuse,
First time I made you cry,
First time I told the lie,
First time you looked so pale,
First time I made a fake tale.

Now when everything is over,
When you are sleeping forever.
When I can't tell you the words.
You wanted to hear for once.
Why those days make me cry?
Why those words fill my eye?
Why those moments come to my mind?
Why my lost you make me blind?
Why my love is nothing but an empty present....?