My First Love
He's got a laugh
and it's pretty
like im listening to the voice of a city
he's got a smile
and it's bold
like the sun has covered me whole
he's got a charm
and it gleams
glittering dimly in my dreams.
He's got a touch
and it's warm
like the summer heat
after a storm.
He's got a truth that defies
and a face that transforms.
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