In the gentle whisper of the morning breeze,
Two souls met where time seemed to freeze.
A glance exchanged under a sky so wide,
First love bloomed, with no place to hide.

Soft laughter echoed in the early dawn,
Carving paths where dreams are drawn.
Hand in hand, we walked the golden shore,
Each moment cherished, forever more.

The world painted in vibrant hues,
Every touch felt like the morning dew.
In the silence, our hearts found a song,
A melody that felt like we belonged.

Yet time moves on, as it always will,
Leaving traces that memory fills.
First love, a story etched in our core,
A gentle reminder of what we adore.