The First Time

The first time I saw her, I fell in love with her.

Her eyes were like cool moons light.

Her lips were soft dew drops of rain.

Her voice was like a calm flowing Himalayan river.

Her hair was like luscious threads of silk,

Shining in the bright harmless sunshine

Her smile was as sweet as honey.

In total, her aura was like a feeling felt 

In a hot and warm day sitting under a tree giving the shade of calmness.

Now she's gone far somewhere,

Never going to come back again.

But her portrait is still carved on the canvas of my heart.

FIrst time in my life,

I recognized it was real love and not mere lust.