First Love

Beneath the sky of painted gold,

When days were young and hearts were bold,

I met a soul, so bright, so true,

A fleeting spark — and that was you.

You smiled, and time forgot to move,

The world grew still, the stars approved.

No words were said, yet hearts could hear

The silent song that drew us near.

We talked of dreams beneath the trees,

Of secret hopes and whispered pleas,

Our hands would brush, a sacred flame,

Too innocent to carry shame.

You were the spring, the gentle rain,

That washed away my fear and pain.

With every laugh, with every glance,

You taught my soul its first romance.

The way your eyes would search for mine,

Like stars that longed for light to shine.

We danced on roads that no one knew,

Just me and love, and love and you.

But seasons turn, as seasons must,

And petals fall to time and dust.

The winds of life began to blow,

And pulled us where we could not go.

You left with tears you tried to hide,

I watched, too proud to run or cry.

A final smile, a broken wave,

Our story paused, too young to save.

Yet still, in quiet, sleepless nights,

I see your face in dreamland’s light.

And wonder if you think of me,

The way I drift through memory.

No second love has felt as new,

As wild, as raw, as sweet as you.

Though life goes on, as life is planned,

You were the start — you taught me stand.

You were the first to make me feel,

That love was vast and deeply real.

And though we lost what we began,

You shaped the heart of who I am.

So here’s to you, wherever far,

My first of loves, my guiding star.

No tale will ever rise above

The ache, the flame, of first true love.