Untold stories, Unsaid feelings

The first sweet taste of love's pure bliss

In the quiet corners of my heart,

Where shadows and echoes play,

There lies a memory, soft and smart,

Of a love that never fades away.

It was a summer, young and bright,

With laughter like a golden rain,

You were the sun, my guiding light,

In a world untouched by pain.

Years have passed and lovers come,

Their fleeting warmth, a fleeting spark,

Yet still I find, when day is done,

Your ghost remains to leave its mark.

I've wandered through the fields of time,

Held others close, felt their embrace,

But none have been, in rhythm or rhyme,

Quite like the warmth of your first grace.

Each new touch, a whisper, soft and kind,

Yet in the silence, clear and deep,

Your memory lingers, intertwined,

In dreams where shadows gently weep.

Though life has led me far and wide,

Across new seas, through stormy skies,

The essence of that first love abides,

A timeless truth beneath the lies.

So as I wander, love anew,

I cherish every fleeting kiss,

Yet in my heart, it's always you,

The first sweet taste of love's pure bliss.