Summers ago when he was ten <br />his first blush was born from her glance <br />on his yard fell the first rain <br />he had but met her only once. <br /> <br />Most precious gift gave her tiny hand <br />one that he kept in a matchbox <br />no ring it was a red rubber band <br />long lost still at his heart knocks. <br /> <br />How can stop time by a girl's whim <br />stales never a moment of closeness <br />when love was an unripened dream <br />lust was an unknown address. <br /> <br />The boy soon grew to become a man <br />the girl went to some faraway land <br />they come but once in one lifespan <br />his first blush her hand's rubber band.<br /><br />Pradip Chattopadhyay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rubber-band/
