First Love Poems

First love the tender feelings of the heart that makes us nervous, happy and excited all at the same time. It is an emotion that has been expressed through ages through different poems, messages, flowers and gifts.

And with the valentine season casting its magic all around, first Love poems bring a smile on all faces. So pick the first love poem of your choice and express your heart's feelings to your girlfriend or boyfriend. Let the color of love fill your lives with joy and romance for all the years to come.

First Love
By John Clare

I ne'er was struck before that hour
With love so sudden and so sweet.
Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower
And stole my heart away complete.

My face turned pale, a deadly pale.
My legs refused to walk away,
And when she looked what could I ail
My life and all seemed turned to clay.
And then my blood rushed to my face
And took my eyesight quite away.
The trees and bushes round the place
Seemed midnight at noonday.

I could not see a single thing,
Words from my eyes did start.
They spoke as chords do from the string,
And blood burnt round my heart.

Are flowers the winter's choice
Is love's bed always snow
She seemed to hear my silent voice
Not love appeals to know.

I never saw so sweet a face
As that I stood before.
My heart has left its dwelling place
And can return no more.

First Love
By Rick Doran

Drifting ... gently,
within the winds of time.
Having known her loves sweet caresses,
they are forever mine.

Her hands,
her lips,
did love inspire,
her every grace my heart did fire.

As her eyes begin to sparkle,
my emotions start to glow,
as if to suddenly realize,
a self I didn't know.

There's many kinds of love,
this we both agree,
But just the vibrancy of her heart, .....
Adds new mystery

First True Love Poems

A Simple Rose
By Jamie Landon

A simple red rose.
So soft to the touch,
Is a perfect expression?
Of just how much...
I Love You.

A simple red rose,
So fragrant and supple,
Brushed on you gently,
Caresses shared by a couple.

Whether given fresh cut,
Or dried pressed with dreams...
A rose should be treasured,
And cherished, it seems.

A simple red rose,
When given away,
Is a whispered reminder?
Of words I long to say...

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