First Love.

In the realm of tender hearts,

Where innocence and wonder start,

A story unfolds, untouched, unseen,

Of a love that's pure, forever keen.

It begins with timid glances cast,

Across a crowded room so vast,

Eyes meet, hearts skip a beat,

A symphony of emotions, oh, so sweet.

A smile exchanged, a shy hello,

In that moment, seeds of love sow,

Like blossoms blooming in spring's embrace,

A first love's beauty lights up the space.

Fingers brush, hands timidly touch,

Igniting a fire that's felt so much,

Butterflies dance within, taking flight,

As two souls entwine, embracing the night.

Every word spoken, a precious treasure,

Shared secrets, dreams, without measure,

Late-night conversations, whispered vows,

Creating a bond that eternally arouse.

Together they venture, a journey anew,

Discovering a world that feels so true,

Hand in hand, they explore the unknown,

Through laughter, tears, they've grown.

Yet, as seasons change and time moves on,

The first love's flame may slowly wane and fawn,

Paths diverge, distance finds its way,

Leaving cherished memories in its disarray.

But the imprint of that love remains,

Etched deep within, despite life's gains,

For first love molds us, teaches us to feel,

To love again, to let our hearts heal.

So let us cherish that first love's spark,

Hold it close, even when we're apart,

For it's a reminder of a sacred connection,

A testament to the power of affection.

First love, oh, how it's etched within,

A tapestry of emotions, where it all begins,

A chapter written with tender grace,

Forever cherished, in love's embrace.