The first time you fall in love is most precious than any love. First love is special because it is the most innocent and pure form of love.
Why is it so hard to forget your first love? Your first love is special because it is the most innocent and pure form of love.
Enjoy the experience of First Love…
Love knows no age, no time and no boundaries! What a true thought! First Love is one such tender feeling, which is experienced at one point or another by every person existing on this earth. Each one us have gone through the love journey once in our lives. Some of us must have experienced this emotion twice or thrice in our loves also, but the essence of first love always remains in our lives. Love has always held an integral position when it comes to human relations. In fact it would not be incorrect to say that love forms an essential ingredient of human relationships.
The innocence and aura of first love is so charming that many of us are not able to forget this captivating experience for our entire lives. Keeping this innocence in mind, many poets and scholars have centered their creations around the concept of first love and these pieces of art have been successful to a great extent. Many paintings, songs, poems and even stories build around the first love have been able to make a special place in people’s hearts. Have you ever thought what is the major reason behind the popularity of first love?
What Is First Love?
- Have you ever noticed the expressions in a child’s eyes, when he gets the first toy of his life? The happiness and excitement felt by the innocent heart can be easily viewed in the beautiful eyes of the child. The same can be said about the first love also. When a person for the first time gets to meet his soul mate with whom he believes that he can spend an entire life without any inhibitions, he is supposed to meet his first love.
- According to some other definitions of first love, when two humans feel the same emotions of love for each other, which were never, be felt by them for any other person, it is termed as first love.
- First love brings the bright sunshine in the life of the person who has never ever walked on the paths of the love streets. First love is like the initial bud of the flower, which has just now started blossoming. Once this flower blooms to its full color, then any other thing can never match the fragrance spread by its petals.
- Some people are also of the view that first love is one of the many ways adopted by the Supreme power for sending the bundle of His blessings for the humans. The first beloved or the first sweetheart who gets ready to accompany us on the journey of love brings along much merriment and cheerfulness, which leaves an everlasting impression on our hearts. Nothing in the whole world can then match up to this excitement and hence the memories of the first love often accompany us till the very end of our lives.
Poems about First Love
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 as 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’s 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.
Lying on Your Chest (Remembering first real love) by S R Mats
I can feel your sighs.
I can hear the breath coming in
And going out of your chest.
I can hear your heartbeat,
Feel the warmth of your blood
Gushing through dilated veins
Flush with heat.
And I wonder,
Where am I
In the equation?
How Do I Love Thee? by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.