First love

He came like foamy waves
Washing the shores of my sand-parched heart...
But along with the currents you retreated
Never to return again...piercing my soul with a dart.
Friends said..(with good intentions no doubt)..."it's a passing infatuation;
Don’t pay it much attention..."
My Betters and Elders added.."You are just a child;
Don’t let your imagination run wild"....
Useless words...they failed to console me
All I could think of was he......
Many months have now passed
Unrequited love (however strong)...cannot last
Time healed my wound, keeping Her promise;
Leaving behind an invisible scar..To lovingly kiss.