We were afraid
of getting caught
in the distance the train
to Grantham, here
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I felt my fingers in the warmth of his hair and inside, the unknown he was doing, it happened quite quite fine presentation of the first love........ thank u dear poet. tony
Amazing poem, dear. I wish u both all the luck and happiness of the happy part. A poem full of dare and brilliance. Thank u for sharing.
Well thought-out and nicely brought forth from the heart. A beautiful creation. Thanks for sharing Zywa.
The title and last line cohere, and the last two lines present first love as an unavoidable rite of passage. The third stanza speaks volumes about expectation of mutual care, and lack thereof. A touching poem.