I saw thee on thy bridal day—
  When a burning blush came o’er thee,
Though happiness around thee lay,
  The world all love before thee:

And in thine eye a kindling light
  (Whatever it might be)
Was all on Earth my aching sight
  Of Loveliness could see.

That blush, perhaps, was maiden shame—
  As such it well may pass—
Though its glow hath raised a fiercer flame
  In the breast of him, alas!

Who saw thee on that bridal day,
  When that deep blush would come o’er thee,
Though happiness around thee lay,
  The world all love before thee.

Sent to a friend who had complained that I was glad enough to see
him when he came, but didn't seem to miss him if he stayed away.

And cannot pleasures, while they last,
Be actual unless, when past,
They leave us shuddering and aghast,
With anguish smarting?
And cannot friends be firm and fast,
And yet bear parting?

And must I then, at Friendship's call,
Calmly resign the little all
(Trifling, I grant, it is and small)
I have of gladness,
And lend my being to the thrall
Of gloom and sadness?

And think you that I should be dumb,
And full DOLORUM OMNIUM,
Excepting when YOU choose to come
And share my dinner?
At other times be sour and glum
And daily thinner?

Must he then only live to weep,
Who'd prove his friendship true and deep
By day a lonely shadow creep,
At night-time languish,
Oft raising in his broken sleep
The moan of anguish?

The lover, if for certain days
His fair one be denied his gaze,
Sinks not in grief and wild amaze,
But, wiser wooer,
He spends the time in writing lays,
And posts them to her.

And if the verse flow free and fast,
Till even the poet is aghast,
A touching Valentine at last
The post shall carry,
When thirteen days are gone and past
Of February.

Farewell, dear friend, and when we meet,
In desert waste or crowded street,
Perhaps before this week shall fleet,
Perhaps to-morrow.
I trust to find YOUR heart the seat
Of wasting sorrow.

Romance, who loves to nod and sing,
With drowsy head and folded wing,
Among the green leaves as they shake
Far down within some shadowy lake,
To me a painted paroquet
Hath been—a most familiar bird—
Taught me my alphabet to say—
To lisp my very earliest word
While in the wild wood I did lie,
A child—with a most knowing eye.

Of late, eternal Condor years
So shake the very Heaven on high
With tumult as they thunder by,
I have no time for idle cares
Though gazing on the unquiet sky.
And when an hour with calmer wings
Its down upon my spirit flings—
That little time with lyre and rhyme
To while away—forbidden things!
My heart would feel to be a crime
Unless it trembled with the strings.

They will tell you that it is the purest thing you can be, because you are born with an innocence that is meant to be savored until you find your one true love, your soul mate.
But that doesn't always happen.
Because sometimes in life you can't help the way you feel about someone, even though you're only 16. And it wasn't  even love you were looking for. Sometimes all we want is to feel another warm body against ours, making us feel safe, secure, and alive. We want them lusting and craving every inch. Even if it means not having them help you get dressed afterwards, sometimes all we want is just a blissful time.
Sometimes life is unexpected, and for some of us, whether we wanted to or not, had the only thing that we could call ours taken away from us. The one thing we were saving for our first love was gone. Because sometimes life is just too cruel and we aren't strong enough to fight back. We were the unfortunate ones.
But sometimes we're lucky. And we find that person who makes life worth it. We meet them at a concert, they compliment you and you aren't really sure wether it was sincere until they show sincerity. You go out for coffee and talk all night about your dreams and aspirations. And in less than one week you knew they were the one. The one who would undress your thoughts and spread your heart apart to see and hold you in a state of vulnerability.  They would set your body on fire by the way they told you "I love you",  and an ****** was the warmth that ran through your body when you embraced. Because sometimes, losing your virginity doesn't mean having ***, but having someone see you at your most insecure moments and still find you beautiful as they make love your mind and soul.

Have you ever passes someone and uttered not a word
There is no hello, goodbye, not even a look in the eye
Sad doesn't describe what I feel when you'd walk pass by me
My world use to be filled with fun and glee, but not it's regret and pain that fills me
We cannot blame anyone but ourselves
We destroyed something peoples wished they had
And some people only get this once
Going from sleeping all day, and staying up all night
But now everything ended with some stupid fight
I know it's over and everything's changed, but some hearts just never mend.