First love...

Flowing and swirling
Like a stream
Showering and flurrying
Like an incessant rain,
Like you have fondled
The reminiscences.
Our first love, embellished
With the fragrance
Of the soul, filling
Everything, inside the mind.

Like water blotted
By the sponge,
The clouds of desolation
Linger up above,
For writing the shadow of
Moonlight on blossoms.
You brighten up in my
Heart, by building up
Moments of strain and tension,
Revealing yourself,
As my soul mate, in this birth.