Teenage Love

I thought loving boys was a rom-com stereotype

Girls and boys for their first impression on each other, being hype.

I always made a fuss about young girls’ hearts melting so easily

When the boys entered their lives cheekily;

Little did I know the meaning of love,

When I met a boy who made me rove.

Thank God, he entered fast

Giving a new twist to my life’s cast;

His little action caught my attention,

Little to did him I mention.

Standing in front of him, I get awestruck

How much I try to speak but my tongue in its position gets stuck;

He has silky hair and glossy black eyes,

Like giving me a new rise.

I don’t know if this will last long

Or end up making my choice wrong