My cheeks were red,
Lips felt dry.
Romantic love poems filled my head,
I was smiling — I don’t know why.
When his eyes found mine,
Time froze in a hush.
A spark lit up the line —
And I just knew: he was my first crush.
He smiled with ease,
And my heart skipped a beat.
It was poetry and love in the breeze,
As he stood there on that crowded street.
We spoke without a word,
In silence, emotions rushed.
Love poems for my love—how absurd,
Yet I felt them bloom as my cheeks blushed.
That look he gave, sincere and shy,
Felt like a verse the heavens would brush.
Now I know, and I won’t deny —
I had just met my first crush.
An ardent believer in that a good poem isn’t one that comes from, but through you, Pravin enjoys writing short but meaningful poetry. Write to him at pravinkumar2788@gmail.com to know more about him.