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Pristine Love
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Pristine Love

Poem By Khairul Ahsan

No love is as overwhelming and as pristine,
As the maiden love of a lass, say of sixteen.
When, like closed petals of a bud she begins to unfold
Herself, blossoming into a fragrant rose or marigold.

She seeks a hand to hold and wants hers as well be held,
In secluded privacy, from the outside world as if shelled.
She wants to love and be loved, to touch and be touched,
Promises never to leave the hand that she fondly clutched.

Standing on the crossroads of childhood and puberty,
She seeks a soul mate, not one who is always flirty.
She feels lonely at home, even in a crowd, or among peers,
Unless with her soul mate who keeps count of her fallen tears.

Promises everything that her soul mate wants her to be,
She herself also demands promises on matters flimsy.
Not realizing that promises are easy to make but difficult to keep,
Broken promises are hard to bear with, easy to make one weep.

Sometimes the lass' love remain held back and suppressed,
When she is wary that her emotions will not be addressed.
Flames of this unexpressed love burn her in slow motion
Whenever she muses over some missed conversation.

Lucky is he who wins the first love of a lass, in solemn trust
Pity on him who misses the offer, or throws it into the dust.
When a life's journey is begun hand in hand with no suspicion,
The two unsuspecting souls will no doubt reach their destination.

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Such a wonderfully positive poem. Thanks for your wonderful comments.
beautifully expressed. love is for keeps never mess up with hearts.
Promises are kept in love. Emotion is felt in love. We live in love and we die in love. Standing on the crossroads we visualize the childhood and youth. Time passes but memory of love rises like sunrise. We are lucky having trust on God. a life's journey is begun hand in hand by God's grace and direction. This is my historic 40101st comment. (My historic Forty thousands one hundred and first comment)
This is a poem by one who has found true love as he knows the difference between finding it and how it would feel to lose it. Beautifully written Khairul
No love is as overwhelming and as pristine, As the maiden love of a lass, say of sixteen. When, like closed petals of a bud she begins to unfold Herself, blossoming into a fragrant rose or marigold. MOUTH WATERING WORDS ENSUE FROM A ROSE BUD TO EXPLODE NOW TIS DUE LOVELY POET YOU FIRST ONE MAYBE YOU READ MY POEMS TOO I LOVE ALL YOUTH


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