First Love

Our love took off even though our wings were too fragile to fly. Neither knew it would take us soaring into the sky. With hearts full of love, our spirits ascend. Ignoring advice given and words of caution, we chose not to listen and refused to descend. Our young souls never dreamt that love could wane or fade. We were both sure that neither would break the promises we had made. The fire was untamed but then settled and continued on a steady flame, Until the first storm broke, and you cast the first blame. Without hesitation, the arrows came, I watched how quickly you tore the picture from the frame. Eyes once filled with love were welled with tears, How trust changed into doubts and whispers turned into shouts, all so unfair. Confused and shaken after that first hurdle, we were in a daze. Too young to understand that being in love wasn't only about happy days. Both were stubborn to let the traces of our differences dissolve, Nothing got resolved. But the imprint of this, my first love, remains firm, for it was pure and true. It reminds me of a blissfully happy time that I once knew. by Zyrool