Near the window of a temple
I frequently stop at
She looked like all the others I had seen at first
But four years later
I had grown to love her so much
Our lobe grew more slow
Like a developing foetus
But after the test of time
it stood the storms, the rivalry
So many times I decided to fly to her nest
But unfortunately for our love and surprisingly
Her dad was not so nice
Not that it was unusual but she was so young and tender
days will come by
but I will never forget the first day
I meet my first love
We have been together for five years till we flew apart
