First the heads up. This is not my attempt to write a poem but this is surely one of it's kind of post i have ever done.
She was the First,
and i always wished on the falling star that she'd be the last,
but this was never my fate,
and but obvious, as always i was late,
She was the First,
about whom i started dreaming ,
holding her hand, calling her name,
doing nothing else in those sleepless nights than just talking,
She was the First,
whose smile makes it one of my perfect days,
good marks in examz, best lunch,
bullies picking on new guys keeping me at bay,
Couldn't think of more.
