First Love

• Courtney Sirrell, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2018

The heaviness of the heart as it sinks in through your chest, as it makes the tinkling feeling that leaves you with no choice but to smile.

The partially hidden smile, that conquers you within, leaving the bubbling sensation throughout you all, oh the love it is to be a Francophile.

Counting the stars, each star meaning a different reason on why you are perfect, don’t you just hate it when you run out of stars?

The heavenly thoughts that will forever be cherished whether it's for the better or worse, nothing could compare to the way you make my heart feel.