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First Love Game

A Playground of Innocence

By Moharif YuliantoPublished about a month ago 3 min read
First Love Game
Photo by Michael Fenton on Unsplash

I. The Playground's Call

Sun-drenched swings creaked a symphony of joy,

Laughter echoed, a melody for every girl and boy.

On the asphalt canvas, childhood sprawled so bright,

A world of scraped knees, and games bathed in golden light.

There, amidst the chaos, stood Amelia, eyes of blue,

Pigtails bouncing, a shy smile playing peek-a-boo.

Across the sandbox, a new boy appeared, eyes wide,

A hesitant wave, a heart that thumped inside.

II. The Fort of First Impressions

Ethan, his name, a whisper on the breeze,

Cheeks flushed crimson beneath the ancient oak trees.

He approached the sandbox, a castle made of sand,

A moat protecting a kingdom in this playground land.

"Can I join?" he mumbled, voice barely a squeak,

Amelia's smile blossomed, her answer soft and meek.

"Of course," she chirped, offering a plastic spade,

A first hello, a friendship gently laid.

III. The Secret Language of Smiles

Together they built, a kingdom grand and tall,

Towers of possibility, ignoring duty's call.

He dug the trenches, she filled them with moats so deep,

A secret language spoken in smiles, whispers they'd keep.

Hours melted like ice cream on a summer day,

The playground echoed with their laughter all the way.

He pretended to be a knight, she, a regal queen,

Ruling their plastic kingdom, in a sunlit, joyful scene.

IV. The Game of Dares

The sun began its descent, painting the sky in fire,

A final game declared, their playful spirit higher.

"Dare you climb the monkey bars?" Amelia teased,

A challenge laid, a nervous giggle wheezed.

Ethan clambered, shaky and unsure,

But her cheering voice fueled his courage to endure.

He reached the top, triumphant and so grand,

Earning a high five, a touch of her hand.

V. The Stolen Glance

As twilight painted the world in shades of gray,

It was time to go, the end of their play.

They walked in silence, a comfortable ease,

Stolen glances, a flutter in their knees.

He stopped by the gate, a word caught in his throat,

"See you tomorrow?" a question brightly afloat.

"Maybe," she blushed, a shy smile on her face,

A promise unspoken, leaving an empty space.

VI. The Night of Jitters

Ethan lay awake, the moon his only guide,

Replaying their day, heart swelling with pride.

He dreamt of battles fought with plastic swords,

Of kingdoms ruled, and whispered, joyful words.

Her smile, a beacon, chased away the night,

Her laughter, a song that filled him with delight.

Sleep came in fits and starts, a restless desire,

To see her again, set that playground on fire.

VII. The Gift of a Pebble

The next day arrived, sunshine warm and bright,

The playground a beacon, bathed in golden light.

He scurried to the sandbox, anticipation high,

But disappointment settled in with a tearful sigh.

Amelia wasn't there, the fort stood empty and bare,

His heart sank low, a feeling heavy to bear.

But then, a glint of blue caught his searching eye,

A single, smooth pebble, painted turquoise sky.

VIII. The Secret Message

He picked it up, a hidden message held within,

A friendship bracelet, two loops intertwined, thin.

On the back, a message scribbled in childish hand,

"Meet me by the swings, on this very same sand."

A grin spread wide, erasing all his woe,

He clutched the pebble, a secret only they would know.

The playground buzzed with life, but for him, unseen,

It was a world transformed, bathed in a turquoise sheen.

IX. The Promise of Forever

Amelia waited, swinging gently in the air,

Her blue eyes sparkling with a joy beyond compare.

He ran to her side, heart pounding a happy drum,

Holding out the pebble, their secret kingdom come.

They sat together, weaving a friendship band,

Two souls entwined, in this playful wonderland.

"Will you be my friend?" Ethan finally breathed,

Amelia's smile answered, their connection bequeathed.

X. The First Love Game

The playground echoed with their laughter anew,

A first love game, innocent and pure and true.

For in the sandbox, beneath the watchful oak,

A love bloomed shyly, a story yet to be spoke

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About the Creator

Moharif Yulianto

a freelance writer and thesis preparation in his country, youtube content creator, facebook

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