My first date

A teenage dream, A fresh feeling of first date

Three days to go, for one fine day to come,

I find my heart hard to abate

that has a fear of getting robbed

By him, with him, on my first date.

 

I'll try to dodge his alluring eyes,

his silken words, as a charming bait.

Why do I feel so restless thinking

I will be all with him, on my first date.

 

These broken mores, these aspired bliss

these doubts on our majestic fate.

Makes me feel blessed to have

expressions of love on my first date.

 

I never wanted to call it a date

till I was sure he is my mate.

But what to do with this foolish heart

That already made plans for my first date.

 

My time, my day, my hours.

Would be shared and I hate to hate

the way I am getting carried away,

the way I am waiting for my first date.

 

If only I could ask for a wish

It would be to conceal the time of wait

For I would lose the charm of it

Once I return from my first date.

 

I know I will lose many breaths

I know I may not put it straight

That how much I want to love him lately

and purge my soul on my first date.

 

Author's Note

Dig into the raw memories of your first date and feel that it still tickles!!