Poems On First Love Novels & Stories

4 I don't write poems or anything, but a guy I dated a while back did. He even gave me one, and I still have it. It's a poem with all the stuff saying " I love you " and " I'll never let you go ". But he did, and cheated on me. I still keep it because he was the first person who made me feel loved. And it was the first meaningful gift a guy has ever given to me. I can't part with it yet. Maybe I can though? 24

"Jasmine, then be good to me one more time. Give me a title, won't you?" The loud sound of a kiss was especially clear in the night. The kissing slowly grew passionate, grew hotter, turned into breathless moans that drifted into my ears on the evening breeze. All night long, I curled up beneath the tree, listening to the sounds from next door, and numbly closed my eyes. Soon. Only five more days.

I was the floor, the bridge, and the fire. And as the first kinetic rod slammed into the surface above, I stood in the dark, my heart beating for the first time in rhythm with a god who wanted to turn the world into ash. "Burn," I whispered to the dark. "Burn it all."

The garden stood still, the trees unmoving, the air filled with nothing but warmth and quiet belonging. My Luna. My darkest obsession. My moon. And in that quiet moment, with her lips pressed against mine and her breath mingling with my own, words rose within me— I rested my forehead against hers and spoke softly, my voice barely louder than the wind. “If love were fire, You would be the flame that never fades. If love were night, You would be the moon that guards my sky. If love were war, I would bleed gladly beneath your name. And if love were death—

he asks in a soft, whispering voice, his blue eyes piercing my soul, and I can't deny his request. I clear my throat, feeling a wave of nervousness surge within me. "My love came from afar Over the stars Beyond the horizon My love, my love Your softest kiss Cannot compare to the summer breeze My love, my love Kiss me like the summer breeze" I recite the poem slowly, my eyes fixed on his lips as he moves toward me. As I finish the poem, he comes even closer, his lips almost meeting mine. However, I turn my face, and his lips land only on my cheek.

The autumn night was chilly, and Ryan sat on the balcony of his bedroom, swirling a glass of whiskey in his hand, staring blankly into the void. Seven years had passed. He thought those unhappy memories had been buried with time, but now they were more vivid than ever. He remembered the first time he met Eudora. He was immediately captivated by her beauty. As they spent more time together, he was drawn to her gentle and caring nature. They were each other's first love, their excited and naive feelings, passionate and intense, like a powerful stimulant, something you never forget. If only that sweet love could have lasted forever. No misunderstandings, no seven years apart, no pain and humili

"You’re nothing. Just a replacement for when my brother was bored. But I’m back now, and you still cling to him like a stubborn parasite that can’t be shaken off." "Am I the one clinging to your brother, or is it him who can’t let go? You’ve been back for years, yet he’s never once mentioned divorce. Have you ever wondered why? From the very beginning, you’ve only been a non-blood-related sister to him. All the affection you think you received was nothing more than self-deception. You and I are no different."

This is my closure. The words sat heavy on the page, yet they felt light in her chest—like setting down a burden she had carried for far too long. You were my first great love. The kind of love that burned bright and fast, consuming everything in its path. The kind that made her believe in forever, even when forever was built on fragile lies. But not my last. She let the ink dry as her fingers hovered above the paper. There had been so much she could’ve said. So much pain, betrayal, and heartbreak tangled inside her. But none of it mattered anymore—not enough to bleed it into words for him.

… After sending Jadon to kindergarten, I headed straight to the monastery and cornered Evan. I said, "Didn't you say that you had nothing to do with your first love? Why didn't you return home last night, then? Didn't you know Jadon has been waiting for you? "Your heart has been astray for a long time, Evan. Jadon cried all night yesterday—I'm done taking chances with your love. I'm giving you two choices—either I leave with Jadon, or Jade does!" I never imagined one day I'd become someone who would lose my composure while cornering a man in public. But right now, I stared at Evan with bloodshot eyes, waiting for him to give me an answer.

This girl has a horrible talent when it comes to drawing, I smiled, turning pages once more, I stopped when I noticed a poem. Your touch, a flame that ignites my soul, In your arms, I find myself whole. With passion burning deep within, I long for the moment our hearts will begin. In the soft glow of moon’s tender light, We surrender to the passion of the night. Our bodies entwined in fiery embrace, Lost in the rhythm of love’s sweet grace.