True Love Poem by Aamir Joyci
True Love
It was my first love; true love
I loved her;
Loved her very much
Very much.
She was in solitude;
I make my friends; her friends.
She was hungry;
I fed her fill.
She was houseless;
I built a palace.
She was naked;
I gave her shade.
She was a red red rose;
I nourished it with my sweat.
Atlast...,
After spending last penny from my credit;
She eloped with my own friend;
her friend…..! ! !
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