Nothing grand, no story told,
Just quiet moments, soft and old.
When you first learned my name,
A hidden joy began to flame.
Not so special, but somehow bright,
You kept me happy for a while, just right.
A gentle smile, a fleeting glance,
A small, sweet spark, a quiet dance.
Though it faded, still I smile,
Remembering you, my first crush’s while.
May 25, 2025
May 25, 2025 at 11:00 AM UTC
Nothing grand, no story told,
Just quiet moments, soft and old.
When you first learned my name,
A hidden joy began to flame.
Not so special, but somehow bright,
You kept me happy for a while, just right.
A gentle smile, a fleeting glance,
A small, sweet spark, a quiet dance.
Though it faded, still I smile,
Remembering you, my first crush’s while.
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