My first loveNothing, but a first aid, A warm reliefTo an injury, a shockTo meCalled Adolesence.
Topic(s) of this poem: first love
Form: Blank Verse
A warm relief
To an injury, a shock
Called Adolesence. Experience of the first love you have presented again with creative tone. thank you dear poetess. tony
Lucky you had the flesh and blood to feel it. Warmth builds on warmth all through life.
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