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.