In tender whispers, hearts ignite,
A dance of stars in the darkest night.
First love blooms like a fragile flower,
In the gentle breeze of youth's sweet hour.
In stolen glances, secrets told,
A symphony of emotions unfold.
Butterflies flutter, dreams take flight,
In the magic of that first love's light.
A touch, a sigh, a longing deep,
In first love's embrace, forever we keep.