My First Love- A Poem

Received the prompt “My First Love” last week and though I am a little late, I thought I’d write it anyways. For one, I haven’t written since a really long time and I just had to write for the fear of words slipping away. So here I am, amidst the chaos, the turmoil, the confusion and everything else going on in my life. More on that in another post. But as of now, here’s the poem on “My First Love” While a dad is always a girl’s first love, keeping that aside, this poem is for the man who made me believe in him, in myself and in love.

A rustling of leaves,

A soft hum, in the breeze…

My heart skipped a beat,

When by me, he took a seat,

My eyelids fluttered, he gave me ‘The look,’

In his arm I swooned; my hand he took…

If that’s what you want to hear,

Move away! I’m so sorry, dear.

Not the girl meets boy

Head over heels kind of love, for me; Oh no!

Mine, the tea brewing, fragrance lingering,

Sweet n tangy, sour n spicy; subtly marinating-

kind- a- love. Every bite… savored, relished.

Each moment…precious, invaluable cherished.

Over a candle-lit dinner he proposed,

A compliment he paid; to ‘forever’ we toasted,

There at my every beck and call

A hunk; handsome, dark and tall.

If that’s what you think,

You poor dear, your heart’s going to sink!

Dutching, competing, agreeing, disagreeing,

No masks, ‘bare it all’, understanding, believing,

My first love- the ultimate love- story,

The kind-a-love, you want to repeat history.

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2 responses to “My First Love- A Poem”

  1. Andrea Stephenson Avatar

    I love the sense of contradiction, humour and passion in this Smitha.


    1. Smitha V Avatar

      Thank you Andrea😊. It’s so good to hear from you. Your comment makes me believe it turned out just right.

      Liked by 1 person

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