First Love

By Y Darryl Joshua

A paradise he made,

in his head a trade,

to search and find,

for a heart so kind,

for who would've known,

its the start of a mourn.

I can't start to tell,

of this magnetic well,

for the beliver a fool,

to think he looks cool,

to love and drool,

over the one who'll rule.

He can't stand still,

but do nothing of will,

his heart so crushed,

by a love he so rushed,

he lost all his hope,

when she let go of the rope.

His life lay waste,

by his crooked haste,

for there ends his tale,

as he cries to no avail.

By Y Darryl Joshua