My first love

 I remember the shy glances,

The way your laughter lit the air,

A spark that danced in stolen moments,

A warmth I found nowhere else to share.

The world seemed small and infinite,

Whenever our paths would meet,

Your hand brushed mine, electric and trembling,

A rhythm my heart could not defeat.

We spoke in whispers, secret and tender,

Stories spun in a language of two,

Each glance, each smile, a promise unspoken,

A universe born where only we knew.

The first time our fingers entwined,

Time paused, held us suspended,

Every heartbeat, every breath,

A song of innocence and wonder, unended.

I recall the summer sunsets,

Painting the sky in amber and rose,

We walked barefoot on the grass,

Tracing dreams only childhood knows.

Your eyes, deep pools of curiosity,

Mirrored the world I longed to see,

Through your gaze, I learned of magic,

And of love’s first, sweet gravity.

Seasons changed, as they always do,

But the echo of you lingered still,

A soft imprint on my memory,

A gentle ache I could not will.

Though time moved us along separate roads,

And life’s tides pulled us apart,

I carry your laughter in quiet moments,

And your warmth inside my heart.

First love, a fleeting, tender bloom,

Yet eternal in the soul’s secret room,

A memory that shapes, that softens,

That whispers of what once made me whole.

Even now, when skies are gray,

I smile at the innocence of that day,

My first love, my first heartbreak,

A gentle fire that will not fade away.