I have never been one to believe in the cheesy aspects of love,
Not until the day when I laid my eyes on you for the first time.
I could not explain why my breath caught in my throat,
Just by the way we made eye contact right when I walked in the room.
I will never forget how you were looking down, talking to someone else,
But your head lifted and turned to face me,
As if willed to do so by some unnamed force.
I think that's what made me lose my breath, the way we were compelled to look right at each other,
Despite the fact that there were others all around us.
My intimidated inner self did not allow me to speak, but I managed a small smile, one which,
To my delight, you returned with your own gleaming smirk.
We did not speak until sometime later that night,
When you sauntered over to me with the air of a regular Casanova.
Filled with unbreakable confidence,
The first words you spoke to me to shatter the barrier of my self-consciousness,
Were in the form of a ridiculous question.
Yet, it was more the foundation of the question that was foolish,
Something that makes your face grow red at the mention of it.
How peculiar then, that your assumption be so precisely correct.
Only I have just now recognized it.
Even before you knew me, icebreaker,
You prophesied about me so accurately,
Something that has taken me years to discover of myself.
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First Love, Twice
PoetryThey say you shouldn't spend too much time in the past, I disagree. I think you should reflect on your past to be able to better your future. These poems are memories of my first real love, my first real heartbreak. Check it out if you want to walk...
