First Love
First love proves itself but once
To leave a blessed scar.
How foolish must a mortal be
To fade such a shooting star.
But time shall not be trifled
And old age will play a part.
When death displays its icy grip...
First love will warm your heart.
The End
Copyright © David Mchattie | Year Posted 2023
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