First Love

Upon thy chest a heart beats,
Feeling of rest that with thine heart completes,
Loneliness mended like a tailors weave,
Meticulously like a tattooists sleeve,
Empowered to become a better indeed,
Sometimes with unsurety of how a future may be,
A held hand inspires a feeling of glee,
That musters courage to be a visionary,
To devastate discord that destructive need,
A marriage to venerate the world's insincere insecurities,
That only another of such experience conceives.