When I First Met Him

When I First Met Him short poem

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I remember when I first met him
dark colour which gave me grim
I never knew he would be the one
him being mocking at every one
the way he corrected my mistake
I thought he would not be the guy I would take
me being ignorant
him being arrogant
I still don’t see how I fell
for him till then I was in the hell
not the most beautiful
but so wonderful
so angry by nature
but very much made me mature
I knew not that I would fall for him
the very much beauty about him
is the abundance of love
at times I would compare him with white dove
always flying but emotional
at times lazy but professional
I am still surprised
after so many years I have raised
from a girl to a woman
I still remember how I met that man
now getting greys
still in the morning the first thing he says
is I am so madly in love with you dear
he would be so near
I will just kiss him so hungrily
as though the world is in a hurry

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My name is Ambuja Parameshwary ,I am a in home science ,human development as major in BMN college of home science in Matunga, Mumbai
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