I've loved many girls,
the one with perfect shape,
the one with hair curls,
the one with perfect hands,
how her palms felt against my own,
the one with coloured eyes,

everyone loved me differently,
I felt the love differently,
how one talks about night and sky,
and other just talk and talk and talk,

how one insisted me to cook food,
and other just needed time,
how everyone taught me different things,
I wonder who I've loved the most,

eventually they all had
one common thing,
none was able to stay,
one after another,
they all fade away,
even though I hoped
this one is surely forever,

but the pain of leaving,
felt lesser and lesser,
because the first love
broke me into pieces,
and you can't break a person
who is already broken.

now I am waiting,
waiting for that perfect one,
the one with "happily after" tag,
the one who feels like home,
perhaps she is home.