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The first time I ever, ever fell in love was my ride on a bus
She was so small with blond hair, and blue eyes, I smiled
She let me sit right beside her because I was small just like her
I saw her unique qualities and never once questioned it
At that age it was all innocence and it was very true
Once we grew she and I went on our own way, she got big
I stayed the same size and that was a change, weird I thought
But I experience it again; I guess it was when I grew 
I grew a little bit bigger and I bulked up before the girls eyes
I played sports and did a whole lot of exercise
I remember the feeling I went through that day, she help me
She held my feet to the grown as I did my sit-ups, up and down
Coed was that day, and the day became months, she picked me
She had brown hair at that time, and green blue eyes
She was smiting over me, as I remember her standing by my side
She rubs my shoulder as if to get my attention and she did
Then we grew apart, because she moved away
I had many doubts about love, those days it was hormones
Kicking wild and fearlessly out, boys freak out
I just could not understand, why is this happening to me
Then the education came and it all explained, I always turned red
Every time a girl passed my heart raced, awe! I focused on sports
That made it better, but in all sports there girls in them, Oh! No!
The feeling came again when I was assigned to a team Co-Ed
She frolicked around me to show her worth and giggled
Like I had asked her to do such a thing, but she knew 
She hung on me around the track, and sat by me by the bus
I tried to ignore her and she looked at me and laughed
She joined this club with friends, pointing at me
He's my boyfriend, I did not know I had been claimed
Her eyes brown just like mine, and hair that’s black
She fought girls away, she was possessive
And one day she left, I got a letter saying bye
She was moving  to a different state, no feeling of no regret
My teenage years I was asked to go to a dance
I ignored her and days she asked me out
Oh! Boy! She was not going to give up
Another dance came and I was cornered in the gym by her friends
They gave me a note to meet her by the elementary school
By the gate, don’t be late they said, through rain, through hail
I road my bike into town, I was soaked and cold, but their she was
By the gate this skinny teenage girl, same as me very wet
The sun came out and we played in park, got dried and time passed
With no regret we met several times and she became my first kiss
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