First love is a timid brush with the unknown, a world painted in bright but often unsettling tones. It comes suddenly, like spring rain, leaving behind a sense of fragility and hope. These poems are an attempt to capture fleeting feelings, naive dreams, and the first, purest pain. They are about glances, stolen moments, and how the entire world narrows down to a single person. About how the heart learns to beat to a new rhythm.<\/p>\n
\nIn the garden by the house, in the deep twilight, your silhouette appeared before me. And my heart froze, as if in a dream, under the whisper of leaves and the peace of the moon. I didn't dare utter a word then, only your gentle gaze, like the light of a star. Spring ignited in my soul, and the world around me was suddenly transformed. And this secret, evening, sacred, will live forever in my heart. Like a first breath, like an unearthly song, like a promise of happiness in another world.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nFirst snow<\/h2>\n
\nThe snow swirls, white and innocent, Just like the feelings that hide in my soul. In your eyes is an unquenchable fire, In them I see my magical sunset. And even though the blizzard rages outside the window, I feel warm with you, and I need nothing else.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nUnderstatement<\/h2>\n
\nIn the thick silence, in the trembling of hands, a confession hides, as if in darkness. The mute fear of unspoken words, and timid hope on earth. Your gaze seems to whisper something to me, about feelings we dare not name. And my heart beats in a mad gallop, afraid to disturb and break everything. But in this sweet understatement, there is its own charm, its own special light. And I am ready to remain sadly silent with you, if only not to lose our secret trail.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nPink tint<\/h2>\n
\nEverything seems different, in a rosy light, When you're near, breathing and silent. And even the gray, dreary dawns, Suddenly you illuminate with joy and happiness. The world takes on new features.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nForgotten Album<\/h2>\n
\nIn a dusty album, old pages hold the smiles of your youth. And my heart skips a beat, like a bird, remembering our first, unearthly meeting. We were so naive and carefree, didn't know pain or fear. And the world seemed so vast to us, full of hope and bright miracles. But time flew by, and now we're looking into this album. And moments emerge in our memories that will stay with us forever, like a dream.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nThe first gift<\/h2>\n
\nA simple flower, plucked near the house, In your hands is a treasure for me. And this gesture, so unexpected, so modest, Ignited a fire in my soul. It smelled of spring, hope and love, And was more precious than all earthly riches.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nEcho in the heart<\/h2>\n
\nYour voice is an echo in my heart, fading away, And every sound resounds like music. And even in silence it doesn't fade, And always reigns in my memory. I remember every word you said to me, And every look, and every movement. And even though we are far apart now, But in my heart you are always with me. And this connection, invisible, eternal, Will warm us on cold days. And I hope that someday, of course, We will meet again, like in an old fairy tale.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nA chance meeting<\/h2>\n
\nIn a crowd of people, a casual glance, And the world around suddenly stopped. You smiled, and in that same moment, I realized that I was lost, my dear friend. And my heart began to beat in unison.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nSummer rain<\/h2>\n
\nSummer rain taps softly on the rooftops, reminding me of you, my love. And in this music, so unique, I see your beautiful, tender face again. We hid from the rain under an old maple tree, and laughed and dreamed of our own. And this moment, so simple and modest, forever remained in my heart, like a dream. And even though distances separate us now, I remember the smell of rain and your warmth. And I believe that one day, without hesitation, we will meet again, and I will embrace you.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nFirst kiss<\/h2>\n
\nThe timidity of lips, the barely audible touch, the first kiss, like a sweet, tender dream. It holds the promise of boundless happiness, and the heartbeat, like a chime. The world has disappeared, leaving only us.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nThrough fingers<\/h2>\n
\nTime slips through my fingers, taking with it moments of love. And I try desperately to hold on to it, But it slips like sand from my hand. I remember every touch, And every look, and every word. And even though we are not together now, without a doubt, I will always remember you, sternly. But in my memory you will live forever, Like a bright ray breaking through the darkness. And I hope that one day, of course, We will meet again, and I will embrace you.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nQuiet evening<\/h2>\n
\nA quiet evening, stars in the sky, And thoughts of you, my dream. In your eyes are bottomless seas, I'm always ready to drown in them. We sat side by side, silently, holding our breath, And felt our hearts beat in unison.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nDawn of Hope<\/h2>\n
\nThe dawn of hope, a new day dawns, And faith lives again in my heart. Faith in love, in happiness and in dreams, That one day you will be only mine. I know the path to you is not easy, But I am ready to go it to the end. And even if fate prepares trials, I will love you always. And this dawn, so beautiful and bright, Will fill my soul with warmth and light. And I hope that one day, without fail, We will be together, And there will be no separation between us.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nThe first sadness<\/h2>\n
\nThe first sadness, like a shadow on the heart, reminds me of you, my sorrow. And in this silence, so meaningless, I feel you fading into the distance. But I will not cry or be sad, I will always remember you.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nEcho of love<\/h2>\n
\nThe echo of love resonates in my soul, reminding me of you, my star. And though time flies and everything changes, I will always remember you. We were together, and it was happiness, but fate decreed otherwise. And now I live in memories, of our love, so beautiful. And though this love remains in the past, I will keep it in my heart. And I believe that one day, inevitably, we will meet again, in another world.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\nStyle: Alexander Blok, Anna Akhmatova, Marina Tsvetaeva<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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