The air was thick with new emotions,
A smile that wouldn’t fade,
Cheeks blushing at the sight,
Of brown glistening eyes,
Curly hair that caught the light,
A scent lingering as he passed by,
Drawing me closer, yet keeping me shy.
A quiet longing in the heart,
Hoping for a moment,
For the touch of a hand,
Or the accidental brush of his shoulder,
Every stolen glance,
A secret shared only with myself,
Love hidden in the depths of my eyes.
The warmth of his smile,
A beacon in the crowd,
Drawing me like a moth to a flame,
Yet always from afar,
For fear he’d see,
What lay within,
A love so pure, so timid, so new.
Perhaps it’s true,
What they say,
First love is a seed,
Never fully grown,
A melody unfinished,
A story never complete,
Forever lingering,
A beautiful ache,
In the quiet corners of the heart.
For in its incompleteness,
It finds its place,
Etched in memory,
A cherished embrace.
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Poems about Love
PoetryContains only poems. As the title says, the poems are about love- love that makes you happy, love that makes you feel complete, love that hurts, love that makes your heart ache, and love that's unconditional. It contains letters, his povs, and just...
