First Love
Green the leaf that fell too soon
Shocking display of premature bloom
As if, some way, life spun too fast
To end as swift as it did last
Crisp, still moist with much to say
From the tallest branch
Where the Oak tree lay
In haste, too quick
To breathe it's time
Such as this hastened heart of mine
Fresh as linen with an air of lace
Take clean white tissue to flush of face
Rose pink complexion
A blush too soon
As I make my exit to another room
Take steps gently, ne'eer rush nor race
Be sure of words, don't hesitate
Or sure as green, the leaf fall too soon
Under the tender footsteps of a bride in June
Nature twines her hand with love
Conspires to touch two hearts that should
In her own time
There is no haste
Neath the shades of green
Where the Oak tree waits
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