First Love And Innocence Poem by ashok jadhav

The world was new beneath our careless feet,
Each glance a spark we scarcely understood;
Laughter spilled freely in the summer heat,
And every touch felt fragile, tender, good.
No fear had learned to hide within our eyes,
No weight of years could stain our fleeting time;
The sky itself seemed lower, bright, and wise,
As if it held our hearts within its rhyme.
We spoke in whispers, half in truth, half play,
And every secret felt like sacred air;
The world could wait; there was no need to stray,
No shadow dared to touch the love we shared.
Though first love fades as innocence must go,
Its gentle fire leaves a quiet glow.