First Feeling

A cycle of poems «Status praesens communis»

In the realm of my heart, where emotions reside,
A surge of sensation, a feeling I cannot hide.
Like a gentle breeze that whispers through the trees,
A tender touch that sets my soul at ease.

First feeling, so pure and unexplored,
A tapestry of wonder, a story to be adored.
It paints the canvas of my soul with hues so bright,
Igniting a flame that burns with all its might.

A fluttering in my chest, a warmth that fills my veins,
A longing for connection, a desire that sustains.
Like a newborn star, shining for the very first time,
This feeling captivates me, makes my heart chime.

First feeling, so pure and unexplored,
A tapestry of wonder, a story to be adored.
It paints the canvas of my soul with hues so bright,
Igniting a flame that burns with all its might.

In its embrace, I find a sanctuary of bliss,
A refuge where worries fade and sorrows dismiss.
It whispers secrets to my soul, guiding me with care,
A beacon of hope, a light beyond compare.

As the days unfold, this feeling grows stronger still,
A bond unbreakable, a love that will fulfill.
It transforms my world, painting it anew,
A symphony of colors, a vibrant, breathtaking view.

First feeling, so pure and unexplored,
A tapestry of wonder, a story to be adored.
It paints the canvas of my soul with hues so bright,
Igniting a flame that burns with all its might.

With open arms, I welcome this newfound sensation,
A testament to life's boundless and eternal creation.
First feeling, a treasure I will forever hold dear,
A beacon of joy, a love that knows no fear.