In the garden of youth, a bloom unfurls,
First love whispers and innocence swirls.
Butterflies dance in the secret glade,
As the heart quickens into a serenade.

Yet shadows cast, self-doubt takes its stand,
The insecurity within dealt a tremulous hand.
Mirror’s gaze, a relentless spy,
Questions echo, do I dare to try?

Uncertain steps across a delicate wire,
Love’s symphony bent to an uncertain lyre.
Timid gestures, a ballet of chance,
To this fragile waltz, the heart may dance.

A beating heart, a rhythmic plea,
To love’s melody I must decree.
Joy and peril, entwined in fate,
First love’s tale and to passions I narrate.

O Cupid, in your wit, this tale I weave,
Of the novice lover, who dares to believe.
In the kaleidoscope of emotions, they find,
A love, profound and beautifully blind.