For the First Time
My eyes were the first to forget,
the beautiful melody of your voice.
but oh' the memories that I held could forever be told.
The face I once held oh so tenderly in
my hands are now nothing but a blur.
But the way I felt is still crystal clear.
Like it was just yesterday.
There is so much that I want,
so much that I need.
If there was only one wish
I wish to feel like you were,
looking at me for the first time.
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