My First Love
I've never been this way, until I gazed upon you,
But once I did I acquired this feeling and knowledge too.
I felt something new, something warm I never imagined,
Something my father spoke, something called love,
Something as sweet and innocent as a dove.
Your neon green eyes, your silver hair,
That glimmer in the sunlight, with soft hue and air,
Bring a glint of beauty I have never seen.
Your complexion is quite lovely, and your figure so lean.
You bring the flushed colour into my flustered face;
And my friends laugh at point at me when they trace,
Pictures in the earth of you and I with a heart,
While my real one is racing, a marvelous piece of art.
You inquire of what 'Zane' stands for,
But my response is not quite what you sought for,
Yet you find my misinterpretation amusing,
While I blush crimson, and stand in front of you.
The others apparently find our conversation intriguing.
