Dating : My First Love

After running the worldly race
Carrying Pandora’s briefcase
As I trodded back home, bent,
Last few steps on the pavement

Utterly drenched in sweat
As dumb as a statuette
My suit totally wrinkled
With heavy steps I dwindled

I hear those forfeited words
Anxious, I gazed westward
A silhouette at the gallery
As charming as a fairy

Broad smile and sparkling eyes
Brighter than the starry skies
She embraced me, with a sense
Of warmth and care so immense

Wiped off my tears, into her abode
Cuddled, on her arms I pillowed
A ceaseless blessing from above
My first love.

— — Cherubic Project

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