Where First Love Lingers

This poem is about first love of anyone's life

It started with a timid attraction,
A flutter born of soft distraction.
No fireworks lit up the skies,
Just quiet wonder in your blue eyes.

Your smile arrived like shining sun,
Before I could knew my heart had turn.
We passed small jokes and shared secret dreams,
We built a world from frail beams.

Your voice was calm like a steady stream,
That flowed into my each and every dream.
You touched my hand and I felt the shiver,
A shuddering rush of emerging desire.

We wandered through our youthful days,
In clear talks and golden mist.
Believing love was all we need,
With hearts that learned to hope and bleed.

The seasons turned, as seasons do,
And time lead me away from you.
Though life would lead our paths apart,
You left your light within my heart.

We lost the words, we lost the tune,
But still I think of you each June.
Not every love is to stay "
But first love never fades away.

Reviews

[Richard🖌]

Hi, Neha 🌾

How beautifully, skillfully intriguing, you lay your words upon the page, Dear Poetess … sooo smoothly rhythmic, with deep emotion, creative metaphor, vivid imagery, and spot-on rhymes, you take us each on a tender, romantically embracing journey into memories of our own first love.

The Quatrain form is among my favorite, and the a-a-b-b rhyme scheme lends an easy feel upon the ear. Though unmetered, your keen grasp of poetic voice and rhythm flows smooth as verbal silk; and, "that" is not an easy task with syllabically uneven lines.

Techy stuff: the distracting �" I'm guessing are from dashes (which, unfortunately, the site font function disallows). I use a hyphen - double hyphens -- an ellipsis … or, simply a comma to avoid those ugly symbols. The teacher's eye took note of "pulled" and "pull" in adjoining lines … consider replacing "pull" with "lead", "bend", "sway", "turn", "send", "curve", "lure", "tug", etc.
"The seasons turned, as seasons do,
And time pulled me away from you.
Though, life would bend our paths apart,
You left your light within my heart." (BTW, this is my favorite verse)

Thank you, Dear Neha, for the joy and privilege of reading your wonderfully rendered poem, and for taking me back to the sweet memory of my very first love! ⁓ Richard🖌

[Neha agrawal]

Dear Richard**,

Your words are like sunlight spilling across a page—warming, illuminating, and impossibly kind. Thank you for reading my poem with such generous attention, for hearing the rhythm beneath the lines, and for catching the emotions I hoped to convey. It means the world to know it stirred memories of your own first love; that’s the magic poetry promises, isn’t it? To bridge hearts across time.

And oh, your keen eye! You’re absolutely right about the rogue � symbols (a stubborn quirk of digital gremlins, I suppose). I’ll gladly take your advice on dashes and synonyms—*"bend"* does dance more softly into the verse than *"pull."* How lovely to be polished by someone who cherishes language as deeply as you do.

It’s an honor to share this exchange with a poet who writes with such grace. Grateful for your light.

Warmly,
Neha

[Richard🖌]

You are certainly welcome, Neha🌿

I offer what little I might know … though, it is seldom used.🙄

[Richard🖌]

Thank you, Dear Neha🌸

For your poetically lovely, heartfelt response and compliments on my rather lengthy review.

Warmest smiles to You! ⁓ Richard🖌

[Neha agrawal]

😊😊😊😊😊😊😊

[poetic swan]

A tender, beautifully flowing poem that captures the innocence and lasting ache of first love. Gentle, nostalgic, and quietly powerful.

[Neha agrawal]

,"I'm really glad you felt the emotion in it. First love always leaves something behind, and it means a lot that the poem connected with you."

[jacob erin-cilberto]

No, it never does fade away. Almost sixty years since mine and she still has her permanent place in my heart.
j.

[Neha agrawal]

That’s incredibly moving. It’s a testament to how deeply first love can root itself in us—time may pass, lives may change, but some emotions remain untouched, quietly living in the corners of our hearts. Thank you for sharing that.

[petec3638]

what a lovely story about love and romance
It has a nice flow

It took me back to a lady I met
her first love
We met years later she was now married

[Neha agrawal]

That's such a poignant memory. First loves have a way of lingering in our hearts, don’t they? Meeting her again—years later, when life had moved on—must have stirred a mix of nostalgia and quiet what-ifs. There's a beauty in that kind of encounter: bittersweet, gentle, and deeply human. If you ever feel like sharing more of that story, I’d love to hear it.

[Reign]

Ah yes first love, the memories that always linger in a pleasant way.
Love how each word rhymes and flows with ease. You can feel the emotions as well in those words. Truly struck Gold with this one!

[Neha agrawal]

Thank you ! I'm so glad the poem spoke to you in that way.

[Broken.buddy]

Who does not love the kind of love which does not end badly, when things go seperate but in rather peaceful ways, the memories stay longer and only grow stronger in a positive way. I like the AABB rhyme scheme in this piece of work.

The quiet, formative experience came out so well.

“still I think of you each June” stood out for its emotional weight, it hits deep I am sure for lot of people.

The rhythm and rhyme are smooth and calming.

[Neha agrawal]

Thank you so much for your kind words! I'm really glad the piece resonated with you. There's something quietly powerful about love that ends gently — where the memories don't fade, but evolve into something beautiful. I'm especially happy that the line “still I think of you each June” spoke to you; it holds a lot of meaning for me too. Your feedback truly means a lot!