First Love
First Love
Her alluring red lips
drew me from a distance
somehow in the dark shadows
such radiance broke all resistance
began to slowly melt
those frozen hidden recesses
Intoxicating fragrance
draped now in her arms
the warmth of her soul
contaminated every fabric
Now a beaten foe
fell to the spell
Melody wafts through the air
songs of the heart are composed.
The eternal joy of my first love
celebration no longer contained
sheer exuberent of being at home
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