First Romance

A meeting by chance, a fate so cruel, of two lovers who love deemed too soon.

Her appearance plain, simple in its arrangement.
Her voice like sandpaper, rough on the ears and mind.
Her beauty, basic if not minor, barely a footnote in his thoughts.

His eyes, blind to emotion, averted from lust.
His heart, cracked and bleeding, a growing spiral of decay plunged through it.
His mind, tired and done, a void left open to but one.

The day before, the day behind, the day after, the day ahead, he looked at all but saw no future to welcome.
Blind to truth, averted from lust, his bleak world suddenly filled with shining dust.

Her appearance, elegant, alluring, intoxicating.
Her voice, a melody akin to an angel choir.
Her beauty, like no other, rivalless in debate.

Her name.
Oh her name.
Thinking it alone would bring him warmth.
Speaking it felt like warm honey flowing along his throat, a sweetness so rich and comforting he could hardly describe.

His heart, once slow in her prescience, now racing with a mighty fever.
His face once pale now patched with rosy pink.
His mind once blank, now a cascade of scarlet roses and emerald fields, petals blowing on mental wind.

Her presence, once just that, now carrying excitement, calm, and comfort.
The way her hair hung, every red strand, angelically perfect every day.
The subtle touch of her hand, sending his heart into frenzy.

His heart melted, the spiral shrunk, the red river retreated, and for the first time, he knew love.
True love, a fiery red passion that burned inside his cold, voided shell.
Love, unlike any other, all for this one, this girl, his lover.

Her smile, bright like the sun.
Her laugh, an orchestral masterpiece.
Her eyes, a deep jade to rival the finest gem.

When he touched her, his hand burned up.
When he looked at her, he began to melt.
When he spoke with her, he felt the world fade to silence.

Her time felt more precious than any other.
Her needs were his most important quests.
Her love, his most valued treasure.

Under the sun, they'd sit and lay, side by side day after day.
Her head to his shoulder, his hand to her other.
Her eyes, shut comfortably, his smile more real than any other, their hearts beating to a silent hum.

Day before, day behind, day after, day ahead, he looked at all and saw a future waiting.
Open to lust, staring down truth, his crimson world was filled to the brim in stardust.

Her lips, velvetly smooth.
Her skin, softer than silk.
Her breath, warmer than flame.
Their kiss, neurotically tame.

Her name.
Oh her name.
Thinking of it alone drove him insane.
Speaking it felt like a thousand needles stabbing his tongue, a pain so agonizing and terrible he could hardly describe.

His heart, once overflowing with fiery passion, once again cold and bleak.
His face, once pink with glee now a ghostly shade.
His mind once flooding with rivers of roses, now drained dry, a desert of dust and weeds.

Her presence, gone, nowhere to be found.
Her smile, absent, only the shadows linger.
Her touch, but a ghost, a mere phantom.

His love, shattered.
His desire, gone.
Her love, uncertain.

His first love, forsaken.
His first love, forgiven.
His first love, forgotten.