First Love, Young Love

Young Love, First Love

By: Joe Attanasio 2011

I remember my first love,

I was only a lad of eleven.

She took my breath away,

Everything about her was perfection.

Her name Dianna, she was divine,

I worshiped her, she never knew.

I kept a homework paper she had written,

when I was asked to pass them out.

I studied it, her writing was,

the most beautiful I had ever seen.

Her homework all correct,

She got an A of course.

This paper was my treasure,

I stored it carefully.

I would look at the paper,

and day dream about her.

I would make up stories,

In which we were friends.

I would wait for her outside of school,

Then look down when she walked by.

So she didn’t know I had a crush on her,

So she couldn’t see it in my eyes.

I befriended her little brother,

three years younger then me.

So I could walk by her house and talk to him,

hoping she would come out.

And I could wave to her,

so she might notice me.

There have been many girls since then,

But first loves you never forget!