Love is a word that is so strong…
It does not belong
In most people’s vocabulary.
There are too few people
Who know what it is like
To love and to be loved.
I know what it is like to love.
Whether it was in real life
Or a dream,
I have loved and will always love.
It felt like it was real,
But as I look back,
It seems like a dream.
I loved a girl whose beauty is
More than words can say.
I tried to make words
Out of the letters on this page,
But they cried out in confusion.
Words cannot describe her beauty,
This was real and will always be real.
I loved her.
She Loved me.
We always will love each other.
Every time I think of her
My heart starts to race,
My Hands start to shake.
Not even I can handle the memory of
That much beauty.
Love does not belong to just anyone…
I take that back,
Love is something any one can have
And give, but for only a select few
It can be something indescribably precious.
This love is something I will always cherish.
It is my First love.
First love is meant to be treasured.
She should know that I still know what love is.
