Ink met paper, my heart's secrets unfurled,
A first love letter to him, emotions swirled.
Trembling hands held thoughts so sincere,
Each word a confession, each line a veneer.
In scripted curves, my feelings took flight,
A timid confession, a vulnerable plight.
The page held the whispers my voice couldn't say,
In that letter, my heart found its own way.
Hopes and dreams woven into each phrase,
A tapestry of emotions, a love that stays.
With ink-stained fingers, I bared my soul,
In that letter, my feelings found their goal.
Time has passed, yet the memory stays clear,
The first love letter I wrote, filled with fear.
A testament to courage, a journey's start,
That letter became a piece of my heart.
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