First Second love

First love is like a wound sprinkled with salt,

Second love is an ointment to bring the bleeding to hault.

First love is juicy and delicious like a bottle of maaza,

Second love smells and tastes like mango but filled with just aqua.

First love taught me why one should love,

Second love taught me “myself” is what i should love first.

First love is like a watch which I’d never ever wear,

Second love is what taught me the value of time and career.

First love is like a monument who’s beauty vanished with time,

Second love gets better with age like wine.

First love is bitter yet mesmerising like extra strong ginger tea,

Second love is aromatic and flaming like hot brewed coffee.

First love is like a lie shatters heart from inside but portraits joyful outside.

Second love is like a truth might not be that stufying outside but guardian of heart inside.

First love is like an engine which is no more in use,

Second love is like clutches of oldage will support you make some moves.

   

                 

                                                    -Edgeorge