In the gentle dawn of tender years,Where innocence blooms with every tear,A heart awakens to a delicate fire,First love’s whisper, a silent choir.The world transforms in hues anew,As eyes meet and dreams accrue,Time stands still in a fleeting glance,A dance of souls, a timeless trance.Emotions raw, uncharted and pure,A journey embarked, unsure yet sure,The heart learns to ache and soar,In first love’s embrace, forevermore.Though paths may part and seasons change,The memory lingers, sweet and strange,A cherished echo of youthful grace,First love, a treasure time cannot erase.