My First Love

The night I lost my First Love

It was a painful time of my life

As I held him in my hands

Lifeless and almost cold as ice

I sobbed to death for his passing

I cried a river for he already left me

In this most depressing situation

Tortured by a lot of thoughts

He is my teacher, who taught me lessons about life

He is my king, who moulded me to be a warrior

He is the leader of the band, who allowed me to write my heart out

He is my first love, my first kiss and my only one

He was breathless, though I tried hard

He left me grieving so much for his death

My greatest critic and my dear debater

Left, without arguing what there is to come

The night I lost my first love, will always be remembered

How he fought the battle and won eternal life in heaven.

By: Beckerbone Millado

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