First Proper Love

first proper love, power and Aphrodite, lady of the doves. did she choose, she chose for me to loose. the pretence of love for a while, until she cut the threads I am only a child. I allowed myself to love, forgetting the lady of doves. I thought you were the one, I thought you were that special someone. I still think you are, But maybe I am trying to cover certain scars. I thought I had moved on, but still I find myself thinking of you. I shouldn't, I cant. It shall only bring me pain.