A few of you have asked about the poem, "First Love". It’s one of the earliest poems I wrote—and one of the most personal. It now lives within the pages of my debut collection, Resonance of the Soul – Flowers and Harmonics, available on Amazon.

This poem isn’t just about romance. It’s about memory, loss, and the kind of love that leaves a permanent echo in the soul. I share it here to honor you. Because each reader brings their own story to these lines.

**Excerpt from "First Love\”

𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧,

𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙖 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡,

𝙖 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡.

 𝙄 𝙨𝙖𝙬 𝙝𝙚𝙧,

𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥.

𝙀𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙚𝙧,

𝙖 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙛𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙚.

 𝙄 𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮,

𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙪𝙣𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙮 𝙫𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩.

 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙨,

𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚

𝙙𝙚𝙛𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚.

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𝘼 𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙣𝙞𝙘

𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙨,

𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧,

𝙥𝙡𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙚𝙡𝙙𝙨,

𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙨.

𝙒𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣,

𝙪𝙣𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚,

𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙛𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚.

𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩.

𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩.

𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜.

𝙂𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙤𝙛 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙙𝙧𝙮.

What This Poem Might Mean to You

- To the romantic: A reminder that love, even brief, can shape a lifetime.  

- To the grieving: A space to feel seen, to know that loss doesn’t erase beauty.  

- To the dreamer: Proof that fleeting moments can be eternal in memory.  

- To the healer: A mirror—love and loss are part of the same sacred rhythm.

The loss could be a friend, a parent, a spouse . . . or anyone whose love still rocks you to the core. 

So, that is it . . .