The First...

The First kiss is the sweetest
When shared with someone great
The First breakup is always filled
With so much feeling of hate

The First hug is always the best
When it comes from “that” guy
The First date is always accompanied
With a heart-stopping sigh

The First love always seems
Just to be like the last
The First heartbreak
Can’t be healed with a cast

The First handhold is the cutest
When shared during a long walk
The First argument can almost
Always be solved by a long talk

The First feeling of missed
Comes on the first weekend alone
The First wonderment comes when
You feelings are still not known

The First cry comes when
You both mess up big time
The First make-up comes after
A long poem with no rhyme

The First love can never be broken
Only bent and turned
The First love is always there
It always seems to return