His first love was a journey, A tumultuous ride of emotions, An adventure that he would never forget, No matter how far he roamed.
It started with a glance, A single moment that changed his life, As he gazed upon her beauty, And was struck by Cupid's knife.She was the most beautiful creature, He had ever laid eyes upon, And from that moment on, He knew his heart had found its home.
He watched her from afar, As she moved through life with grace, And in the quiet of his heart, He dreamed of touching her face.
Days turned to weeks, And weeks turned to months, But still he could not find the courage, To speak of his heart's wants.
He poured his heart into words, And wrote her a thousand love letters, Each one filled with longing and pain, And a love that would last forever.
He would place them in her locker, Or slip them in her backpack, Hoping that one day, She would read them and write back.
But fate had other plans, And their paths were never to cross, Leaving him with only memories, Of a love that was never lost.
He would sit alone in his room, And stare out the window at the stars, Wondering if she was doing the same, And if she knew just how much he was scarred.
He tried to move on, To find love in another's embrace, But every time he closed his eyes, It was her he saw, with her beauty and grace.
He would dream of holding her hand, And walking along the beach, Of kissing her soft lips, And hearing her heart's sweet speech.
He knew it was foolish, To cling to a love that was never meant to be, But his heart refused to let go, And he was lost in his own misery.
Years went by, And he grew old and wise, But still, his heart ached for her, And his dreams were filled with her eyes.
He knew he would never see her again, Or hear her sweet laughter in his ear, But he held on to the memory of her, And let it be his constant cheer.
He would sit alone in the park, And watch the children play, And wonder if she had found love, And if she was happy in her own way.
But deep down he knew, That she would always hold a place in his heart, A love that was pure and true, A bond that would never depart.
He closed his eyes and whispered her name, And let his heart be consumed by the pain, Of a love that was never meant to be, But will forever be his sweetest memory.
For love, though it can be painful, Is the greatest gift of all, And he would never trade his memories, For a love that was less than his call.
And so he sat there in the park, And watched the world go by, Content with his memories, And the love that he could not deny.
