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My First Self Written Poem

 A Piece Of Love

All this is a matter of rhyme,
Writin' a poem is not all right,
I don't know who could suit it right.

    It's a piece of love for you!!!
    But I don't know when and how to 
    Handover it to you!!!

Love at first sight,
I don't believe in this,
Is all this right?
Hmm....

     I've now began to love you,
     Each moment and every second,
     And let me be loving thou.

May be he himself don't know,
I love him a lot, O no....!!

     Neglectin' each and every thing,
     If I say-
     I'm moving on now,
     Would you believe this?
     I know
     You won't ever....!!!

We both are beyond the relation of lust,
Infatuation, jerk, and crush
It's a fantastic story of true love,
Which we both know will never last.
Whoaaa........

     Ignorin' me and willin' for me,
     I know dear, you're falling for me!!!

It's a piece of love for you!!!
But I don't know when and how to
Handover it you!!!

                   Darling.....Ooooo     :)

Comments

  1. Manjaree AgrawalFebruary 7, 2021 at 7:07 AM

    Well, after writing this poem I realised that the true meaning of every single line is only known to its author. Even if I explain it to someone I wouldn't be able to do so to much extent.
    Every time I read this poem I just stay surprised that what feeling i had at that time. It was really a feeling of heaven.... :)

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