First Love Poem by Victor Hudson

Behold the innocence of youth:
A substance of a purest kind,
A holy grail, a sacred truth,
An essence of a human mind.
Whilst early years run the course,
Another tune comes into play,
Its unimaginable force
Molds tender hearts like lumps of clay.
And from these hearts bright flowers grow:
Red roses blush, blue violets sway,
White lily petals spread, aglow,
Inviting throngs of happy days.
'First love won't last, but in the end
We all remember it, good friend.