A spark that dances in the chest,
A secret whispered, long confessed,
A glance that lingers, shy and sweet,
Where innocence and wonder meet.
The heart, unsure but bold with hope,
Tangles in dreams, a golden rope,
Each breath a flutter, light as air,
As if the world could feel the care.
Awkward touches, trembling hands,
Building castles in the sands,
A fleeting kiss, a stolen touch,
How could a moment mean so much?
Yet time moves on, and hearts grow wise,
But in the depth of olden skies,
First love remains, a gentle glow,
The seed from which all others grow.
About the Creator
Vickys Secrets
I’m a 14 year old girl who loves writing creative and likes to put myself in different scenarios, and I’m writing about them to manifest them and never forget them
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