The memory of her

Dedicated to her, my first love ever

A boy once met a girl

A girl from heaven she was

I told her how beautiful her eyes were

She told me how gentleman you are

I asked her to be my friend

She accepted, she fused my  heart

After six months, I was burning

Yes! A nine year old boy fell in love!

I told her how I felt

She said she loved me too

We were happy for a while

We were planning for the future

I was the man of an angel

I was the luckiest kid on earth

One day, I became mad

I was a lunatic, a dumbass child

I told her I'm sick of loving you 

She was sad and I guess she cursed me so

Why I did that? I don't know

I wish she could forgive me

I don't know where she is know

I need her like my childhood.....

No girl loved me like she did

I was ingratitude, I failed her

And now my fate is

To wander though the lovers'wind

Maybe I didn't treat her

As good as I should have had

Maybe I didn't tell her

How much she was amazing

And now will she hear me?

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Nima, I do believe we all remember those feelings of first love. How could we forget that rush of emotion. Like a river in full flow. This poem is beautiful my friend. Sending love to you from across the pond. You are in my thoughts.

Chris

[Nima.Hope]

I always wonder if I could keep her untill now and I wonder if we could really be together for a long time if I hadn't blew everything up back then.
I thank you sincerely my dear Chris. I keep thinking about my friend here. These days I keep reading literature and watching movies of the UK and I can't help myself falling for the lovely people and culture.
Best wishes

[Stella Armour]

Hello my friend...
First love rarely works out , and it can be so intense that it never really dies in our memory.
Perhaps she still thinks of you sometimes with fondness ..

[Nima.Hope]

Hello dear Stella.
You're so right. I hope she has forgiven me.
Thanks for stopping by.❤️

[emmajoygreen]

We learn about love from our birth family and, if taught with kind example, we then know how to love at any age, a teddy bear, a special bike, a tree. a bridge... another being, and, at any age. Surely. Your poem is a tragedy written with both innocence and roving knowledge.. have read it twice and think of it as an finely written warning, lesson of how to think before... whatever.

Nima, your writing varies; you especially write at your best when you think and feel about your present world, rather than the past. Please write more.. when you can, my young friend.

[Nima.Hope]

The thing about me is the fact that I got to know the world around me far earlier than many other people and the fact that I could understand things far beyond my age, sometimes was a grace and other times it was a curse.... Well, that's me and I can't change it so much. So I have to deal with some tragedies,as you said.
I keep your note about my best writing situation in mind. Thank you dear Emma, you make me courageous....
It seems my pen is dry to write Poetry, at least for a while. I'll try my friend.
Wishing you the very best❤️

[emmajoygreen]

You have accepted and do accept tragedies in a somewhat heroic and gracious way, my friend.

[Nima.Hope]

I will........

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I had this situation when I was younger, but not quite this young.
Although I did have a crush when I was nine...but I was a shy nine and never told her.
Got to roller skate a couple's skate with her once and held her hand.
I can still feel her hand in mine...I wonder if we really can feel love at that age.
j.
j.

[Nima.Hope]

I think at that young age, we are the most innocent people we can ever be in our whole life. I guess the fact that I too wasn't sure I could really love someone at that age somehow freaked me out so I did that mad thing to her.....
Thanks Jacob.