What He Is?

What He Is? short poem

Uploaded by Gauri Solanki

For me he was not the first,
But all I want from the beginning,
That he be my first,
My feelings are pure for him,
But may I not remain pure for him,
He is what I need and I want,
But maybe I can’t be what actually,
He is searching for.
He is the one to whom,
I never forget to love.
How many times I fight,
Either intentionally or for fun,
Always I thought about him,
That how can I do this?
As I love him.
He taught me like a father,
Care for me like a mother,
Love me like my partner,
It’s his goodness that,
He is treating and loving me like
I’m his everything.
Every girl wants him to be with her,
But I want to stay with him,
In his all version.
He is star for everyone,
I wish I be his Sky where he stays always.
To describe him may be
The poems, articles, stories,
Whatever I will write would not
Be enough.
I can suggest one word to describe him
That He is “Mystery”
Which will never get solved by anyone…

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Mani\'s
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Mani\'s

Awsmm. Poem …..short but explained every thing….

Everything u Want
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Well the mystery is what everyone likes and thts where the adventure begins….love the work

Everything u Want
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Well, its all about the mystery which excites and creates an adventure in the journey of love. Very well crafted and written by the poet.

rizwanullah
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rizwanullah

Best poem keep it up
very good

Dimlightfuse
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Dimlightfuse

Dear Miss Gauri,
You have done great job by describing someone, really he is lucky that he have a writer like you. Waiting for your new poems.

Ameer
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Ameer

Fantastic👌

Ekaant
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Ekaant

It’s actually nice….and keep going with such sort of more poetries.

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