First love

In tender youth, we wove a tale,

Of love's sweet bloom, a fragile trail.

A rose, the emblem of our first embrace,

Adorned with petals, delicate grace.

Its crimson hue, a blush of desire,

Igniting flames, a passionate fire.

Each petal whispered secrets, untold,

As love's enchantment began to unfold.

Through moonlit nights, we danced in rhyme,

A symphony of hearts, in perfect chime.

But like the rose's thorns, love could sting,

A bittersweet melody, fate would bring.

Yet memories bloom like petals of old,

A cherished treasure, forever gold.

For in that rose, our hearts were entwined,

A love eternal, imprinted in kind.