The Kiss by Sara Teasdale

I hoped that he would love me,

And he has kissed my mouth,

But I am like a stricken bird

That cannot reach the south.

For though I know he loves me,

To-night my heart is sad;

His kiss was not so wonderful

As all the dreams I had.

This poem was the first poem I could remember reading that struck a chord with me. I feel like waiting for that first kiss and being disappointed is something no one ever talks about primarily as a teenager. I had my fair share of bad first kisses even as an adult lol.