Poems On First Love Novels & Stories

My heart feels like suddenly held by her hand and she's being careful holding it that it might break if she doesn't. “Me too.” I say. But it seems like I find no more words to say except these two words. Because “me too” feels safer than to say nothing at all. She's my first love. The first girl who ever saw me. The first girl whom I ever kissed so sincerely that I was afraid of ever let go. The first girl who loved me tenderly and without anything in between. It was real. The love between us. And I hope this thing right here with me and her, will never end.

I knew the love of a father runs deep And I prayed that she'd find you someday But it's still hard to give her away I loved her first How could that beautiful woman with you Be the same freckle face kid that I knew The one that I read all those fairytales to And tucked into bed all those nights And I knew the first time I saw you with her It was only a matter of time I loved her first, I held her first And a place in my heart will always be hers From the first breath, she breathed

Logan looked forward to their next date. Logan went to school the next day, with a radiating smile on her face. She was beginning to experience the feeling of first love. Logan found the first person she ever wants to be with. The first one she ever had feeling for. She looked forward to seeing him and wanted to spend time with him. As they danced the night away, she felt a connection, special bond, with him. Charlie is her soul mate. She knew there would always be a place for Charlie in her heart. It was love on the first date.

Mary whispered wickedly to her. This time Jane held the phone firmly so that Mary couldn't snatch it back. 'To Jane I will love thee in the winter, When the ice and snow lie deep. I will love thee in the spring, When the budding willows weep. I will love thee in the summer, When the sun burns hot and bold. I will love thee in the fall, When the aspen leaves turn gold. I will love thee all year long. Love eternal is my song.' One season of love from Lucy was terrible enough. Her eternal love was something no one could be expected to bear. Lucy needed to stop writing all these crazy love poems!

Love; the word felt as though it was too easily thrown from mouth to mouth, but his mind couldn't help but wander to the antiquated words of Edmund Spenser. "My Love is like to ice, and I to fire: How comes it then that this her cold so great-Is not dissolved through my so hot desire, But stronger grows the more I her entreat? Or how comes it that my exceeding heat is not allayed by her heart-frozen cold, But that I burn much more in boiling sweat, and feel my flames augmented manifold? What more miraculous thing may be told; That fire, which all things melts, should harden ice. And ice, which is congeal’d with senseless cold, should kindle fire by wonderful device?"

I was in the bathroom in my apartment, water cascading over me, when those words resurfaced. "If I were to say it in plain English, I can't stop thinking about you. But in the realm of poetry, I would say that since we met, I couldn't focus all day at work in your absence. Finding the right words to express my love for you is a challenge, for whenever we're alone, my mind seems to cease functioning. Everyone here knows me well, and for quite some time, I had fallen out of love. It seemed impossible for me to feel that way again, despite the presence of beautiful women. My heart had closed indefinitely, as if the goddess of love had journeyed far away. But on that first day I laid eyes on you

Even though she couldn't see it herself, Kay knew how much she treasured him and Kate in her own way. Kay unhesitatingly touched and covered her eyelids with his palm. He wanted to convey all his feelings during all this time. He knew a kiss would not be able to pour out all his heart. But Kay hoped Thea could feel his sincerity. This was the first time he kissed her. He purposely closed Thea's eyes to avoid her inexplicable gaze and weaken his decision to cross the line he had already made. "...I love you, Thea." No. You can't.

Immediately he was in the comfort of his fancy car, he sighted a fresh sheet of paper on his dashboard and took it at once. Looking through the front and back pages, Yomi discovered that it was some sort of poem with no name on it, so he decided to read it out of curiosity. It reads thus: How exquisite is this view as I revisit you Words of love begin to write as I sigh in delight The day has only started and my eyes have spilled with tears They have never parted from what lies fulfilled by years God, are you so beautiful and nothing but divine I beg of you to see like me, oh why not redefine

🎼Our worlds begin to cross path. 🎼 Those absurd moments 🎼When you couldn't speak, 🎼When you feel down. 🎼I lit up the stars in your eyes. 🎼Your smile alone dissolves my heart. 🎼 Turning through the countryside, 🎼Where we first met. 🎼You impacted me so deeply, 🎼 Your piercing eyes alone accelerates my heartbeat. 🎼Your love is driving me insane. 🎼You are the only one made for me.

Kathryn was my first love. Not the childish kind. The real one. The one that painted the world in color for the first time. She was the girl who made me feel love not as something soft and safe, but as something fierce and hungry. The first girl I ever touched. The first girl I ever made love to. I closed my eyes and let the memories come.