My First Love

It was the best of times.

Full of self-conscious blushes, shy smiles and untameable giggles.

It was the best of times.

Brimming with delicate dialogues and clumsy passion.

It was the best of times.

And it hid in its bosom

the worst of times to come.

My first love,

the one full of blushes, and smiles, and giggles galore,

the one that promised a happy home and more,

that love - 

it died a death quick and crude,

without a reason, without a clue

and left behind an eternity to brood

about this whim they call love -
an experience I can only rue.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.
This week's WOW prompt is 'My First Love'.
*Inspiration derived from Charles Dickens' iconic opening lines in 'A Tale of Two Cities'.