Modern Poetry Describing First Love

First love is unforgettable, pure love, pure love. The following is a modern poem describing the first love I shared with you. Welcome to read!

Number one: "It used to be happy snow"

Fortunately, I used to be

A happy snow

Covered by the warmth of your night

The dark bottom, unstoppable

Fate will rot. but I ...

I don't want to be sad about my life anymore.

In the lonely wind, I will still

Open the pain

Go through the years

For the old petals falling for you

Chapter II: Postscript

When I say this,

God, it's getting dark.

I was here all night.

With patient starlight

Confrontation, more and more

Noble loneliness

I believe in the cool dawn

Will fill me up

A life hollowed out by darkness

Chapter 3: Night without you

A night without you

The light is cold, pillow

Very lonely

I am holding a book.

Repeat you

The act of turning over a book under a lamp.

I just want to.

In the clatter of pages

Find a wisp

Happiness is with you.

Chapter four: Today, six months ago.

Six months ago today.

A sea breeze opened the horizon.

Blow into my page

Since then, in my poems.

The waves are everywhere. sea

In my whisper. Fingertips.

warm up

Chapter 5: After being far away from the sea

Stop and look back.

Life is not empty blue.

Like a flower, not a flower.

Be in a vague mental state

I'll never see the sea.

Soft heart

Always away from the sea.

I just know, originally.

I am in the arms of love.

Favorite petrel

Chapter VI: Missing Persons

Like floating osmanthus. At night

Gently touching.

You are in the distance, in the moonlight flowing sea.

Did you hear the coconut wind blowing the curtains?

that's me

Blow the tenderness of Qianshan into your heart.

I miss your light a little lonely.

A little sad. Tears of double pillows

In the dark, remember your thick beard.

A warm smile

Honey, I know

Love is always complete because of parting, and fragrant because of missing.

Chapter 7: "Hidden Pain"

This is an open wound.

Hide in the stamens

"Rooted in the soil of love, saved by warmth.

Destroyed by desire. "

I closed my eyes and looked for a quiet futon.

Why do you turn into smoke to haunt me?

Let me comb my hair.

Still floating in the floating dust, reluctant to fall?