First
- Jan 31, 2021
- 1 min read
Her first love took her to the house of God
Where she felt accepted and worthless
The people told her she’s nothing
But there she stood
In God’s grace
She saw him and his boyish smile
He asked her likes and dislikes
She lost her heart
Something that she guarded
But that too got broken
Months later
His ring on a woman’s finger
One much fairer than her
On one hand she’s happy
But on the other
She wished that ring was hers.
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