My First Love

My first love understood me well,
He’d ask me question-the questions,
But……
He’d never knowing how I felt,
Expect
A spoken answer
He’d look askance
at my deep-flushing face;
into my eyes, wherein a tear new-born
had sprung;
then at my lips
smiling shy but unafraid.

He’d touch my hands
And smile.
My first love understood me well.

by Salvie Rosales

Comments (2)

Cute First Love, always well :)
well...lucky you...my first love told me he never cared about me...great poem