"Your first love doesn't necessarily have to be the first love you've encountered or the first heartbeat you've felt, but your first love could be the second, the third, or even the last. 

Your first love is the first, and the world comes after it.

Your first love is fear, confusion, and a lot of jealousy.

Your first love is the love that never dies; it lives with you even if you haven't lived it. It's the love that accompanies you like your shadow and lives within you even if it kills you.

Your first love is like a palm tree, no matter how hard the storms hit the leaves, the palm does not bend. 

Your first love remains a secret, not out of fear, but a blessing that you fear might disappear.

Your first love is the one your heart notices before your eyes when its name passes, and you wander with it in the monastery of silence. 

Your first love is the one that carries the secret locks of your soul and wanders with them among the stars.

Your first love is the one you remain a prisoner to, no matter how much time passes or circumstances change.

Your first love is the love that resides in you, to the extent that you can't find a place for yourself within you. It's the refuge you search for within you.

Your first love is all the moments in which pain resides. It's the hymns of peace after war, and the smile of a sleeping baby. 

Your first love is like Moses' Stick, hitting the heart with all its might, you neither live nor die. 

Your first love is the one in which you meet your unconscious demise. 

Your first love is the one that whenever you beg for, you only wish to embrace. When the letters of the alphabet hang on to your first love, they turn into prepositions that include you with them and drag you to him. It is the hidden pronoun between your letters.

You breathe your first love with every letter you write and crave it between every comma and period, and you embrace it at the end of every line. No one reads your cup or studies the lines of your hand without discovering the letters of his name.

Your first love is a man walking inside you and a woman roaming in your blood.

Your first love unintentionally causes you to become a lost person. Your heartbeat murmurs with your first love, your soul finds peace with it, and your heart trembles for it.

Your first love is the first thought that comes to you when you wake up, and if your eyelids close, it's the last.

Your first love is the one you await like a fasting person, only hearing the call to prayer of his voice in the minaret of your heart.

Your first love is nostalgia, where the body cannot go, there the soul is.

If your first love disappears, the universe becomes void of all humans, and all words disappear from consciousness. It becomes like the sun, distant, yet from it comes warmth and radiance. 

Your first love burns your soul when days pass without seeing him, and you contemplate his murder in your mind a thousand times, but your mind kills him, and your heart heals him. 

Your first love is not a dream you saw in sleep, but a dream that doesn't let you sleep."