First Love

My first love lived between birds - Inside of petals of a wild rose. It was like a poem with magic words. Was it special? God only knows. I like recalling the fleeting love. Today it seems an exciting story Written with stars in the sky above And with the unforgettable scenery When our hands touched for a while. They clung tightly like two magnets. My timid looks, his charming smile, And our talks without any secrets... This love flew off some time ago. I hardly remember those times. Yet, it returns like the echo To let wild roses grow in my dreams...