In the quiet hush of a moonlit night,
Beneath the stars, where dreams take flight,
Two hearts whispered, soft and true,
A first love blossomed, fresh as dew.

Eyes met shyly, a spark so bright,
Unspoken words danced in the light,
Hands touched gently, a tender grace,
First love painted on each face.

Laughter echoed in the summer breeze,
Time stood still amongst the trees,
Memories woven in a tapestry,
Of first love’s pure, sweet symphony.

Though seasons change and years may part,
The echo of that love stays in the heart,
A gentle reminder, ever so clear,
That first love lingers, always near.