First Love
Things were great
When you were
around
This is what
she always used to say
Not knowing he
would stay away
She was an
angel in his nightmares
And the queen
of his dreams
Beautiful was
she in his thoughts
Like the
odorous winds
She smelt so
pleasant
Like there
would be nothing ever so sad
until they
departed
they had to
depart as nature takes its essential forms
it wasn’t the
dissolution of their life
but it wasn’t
any less painful
Things were
great for her
As long as he
was around
After all it
was her first love
From her words
and thoughts
He was the only
one who could understand her
It was like
when her heart still beats
It sounds like
his name
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