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!
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