Some come back like a rainbow
Come for a while and then leave
The beautiful colors remain
As when remembering first love
Time can pass forever
Replacing old things with new things
But time will not make the memories go away
Until the end will keep coming
First love holds time with memories
Sadness or happiness is a choice
Not choosing is a choice
Forgetting is impossible
Accepting the first love of life
Like a destiny that must be lived
The energy of first love is like a rare book
The more you read to the end, beautiful truth greets you
First love can always start from love at first sight
Meeting first love is not like numbers
The first count to infinity still doesn't make you forget
Make first love live on like a eternal writing
Written by Emil Indarw
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Emil N.W
I always use the people around me as inspiration in my writing. They will be special people if you know how to write about them.
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Comments (4)
It is a rare book, indeed. Thankfully, I married mine! Well done, Emil.
"Not choosing is a choice" - you hit the nail on the head with this. Brilliant poem!
Those three together = A virtual heaven.
Love the comparison to a rainbow 🌈!