Anita, My Ride or Die.
Teen love at it's peak
In the tender garden of youth's spring,
First love bloomed, a delicate thing,
With petals soft as the blush of dawn,
And a promise of days, forever drawn.
It whispered through the leaves of time,
A melody in a silent chime,
Eyes met, and all the world stood still,
In that moment, love bent to will.
Hand in hand, beneath the moon's soft glow,
Two hearts danced, in love's sweet flow,
A gentle touch, a shy embrace,
In the warmth of love's tender grace.
First love, like a morning's first light,
Fills the soul with endless delight,
A memory etched in the stars above,
Forever cherished, my first sweet love.
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About the Creator
Cilian Murphy
I love writing about life generally, Health, wellbeing, fiction, and the cosmos. I think that would be all about me for now. My stories will reflect a lot more about me than I can say here. Huge fan of cillian Murphy.
Comments (1)
Such a beautiful poem 🥰