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First Love
He spoke to me in a loving way,
I wanted to reply, yet not a word I could say
Blinding me like a bright summers light,
His eyes met mine, I knew I was up for the fight.
My palms were sweating,
My face felt hot,
My heart was racing,
These feeling were like a battle,
A battle I hadn't yet fought.
To me,
He was the most beautiful song that I'd ever heard
Yet in the lyrics I didn't know a word.
He'd brightened the room, making me see
That all I wanted was him and me...
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