First Love
It's when being around you becomes something I crave,
When looking into your eyes always feels safe,
When your voice becomes calming, my favorite sound,
My heart feels warmer when you are around.
It's when love becomes something not to have but to hold,
And your hand in mine is like holding the world,
They say first love is too powerful to last,
They must not know I love who I am,
Because I love you.
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