12. First sight
On April morn when tender raindrops fall
In the cool breeze of morn
Her lovable eyes with smile
Made his
heart skip a beat.
She greeted with her cute voice
She treated
as a friend known for so long
She melted his heart when she talked
With an Open
heart.
As she entered the gates of his heart
She uttered , will meet again
Has to pick her boy
From Play school.
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