Pangs of First Love

Strictly with first loves, the pangs are felt for life. Sweet memories they are, of coconut kisses and moonlight rendezvous.

She was a flawless beauty and he was a hapless poet. Inspired by the glint of her eyes sonnets were composed.

She was a realist, with a mind firmly planted in the planes of logic; he was a nihilist whose truths were to be found in cherry blossoms and the turning of seasons.

That was the attraction, but as time worked its tendrils and they saw through eyes tainted not with love, all that was left was nothing.

Theirs was never meant to be