My Teenage Beauty

My Teenage Beauty short poem

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To entice by charm – Princess Ana,
My teenage beauty.
Never meant harm – singing Hosanna,
She really is a cutie.

Both met in a church – In her fairness,
I wished her for a mate.
She was in search – To her awareness,
For the exact same fate.

She was my first – Always exciting,
Since the very start.
Her beauty coerced – Always inviting,
My very weak heart.

Her loveliness so fair – Never for rent,
Such a divine belle!
A distinct fragrance in the air – Her scent,
Such a divine smell!

Her appeal desirable – my discontent,
Many men I had to fight.
Three times reconcilable – Her content,
I loved her with all my might.

I’d fight a thousand more,
It was all worth the while.
She was never a bore,
And always made me smile.

We lusted in sin – our years of teen,
In adolescent confusion.
Our love grew thin – three years it has been,
Until all came to a conclusion.

And before dawn – Down streams,
An unforgettable jaunt.
Seventeen years gone – My dreams,
You still haunt.

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Preeti
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Memories of a long lost love, still afresh in the garden of the mind….so close to reality…

ammu sachariah
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some times the memories haunt us very badly. some memories are lovely too………………….good one.

Viswas Menon
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wonderful work …takes one on a nice path of imagination…of how your love was…

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