First Love Is All Dark Red

Under the clouds of the city,

A sign of genuine curiosity;

A stamp of crystal gaze,

Made her heart race;

Like an arty-crafty art,

Pastiche of love painted her heart;

Pleasant as petrichor post-rain,

Felt the felicity of First Love in her vein.

Like wrinkles in a frown,

Blood lines moved closer as shy drown;

Decorous like an English wedding castle,

His comely blue eyes sizzle;

Her eyes framed his dulcet smile,

As she lost her mind for a while;

A black smoke spiraled sky,

Light up with joy, a single second he passed by.

As the Cupid wings spread the fragrant of love,

She felt mystical all this magic show;

Her mind felt this a Dear Diary moment,

Like an immortal beast, a long-live,

The first love conflates in blood and never leave;

First love is all Dark Red,

As it holds back the secret and tears shed;

First love is all Dark Red,

As it is a wordless sound poem unsaid;