First Love
Clara Castor
Publication Possibility
May 12, 2014

First love is painful.


First love is true.



First love is grateful.





















All I think is you.



Starting with the flower.
“Does he love me? Does he love me not?”






Words with unbelievable power.






With one look, I was surely caught.















I was unsure.












Did you even notice me?











“Oh lord, give me the cure!”











That was my one and only plea.

But then I saw you staring.
Hesitantly, I waved,




You waved back; eyes caring.





My insides caved.

It was undeniable, unavoidable; like morning dew.

Because first love is painful
First love is true.
First love is grateful.
My first love was you.