Our First Love
We must stem a seam when
when shaking hands slip
either side of an engaging story
Fixed into a ribbon it
may be secure
Its luster ensured
If loosened, its grief
may stay
and engulf us
They may call it
feeble
but we deem it
our first love
It may choose to stray
as I delay
Sunsets enthrall my sight
as I decide
A rising dawn cannot
adorn my front
You may affirm a lonely step
astride
As shameless creeping tears us
down
I may in time admit
I'm lost
But must submit this love
was first
The fault I straddle
ignites untouched
There are steep valleys
each side of us
Whichever one you choose
..I will gladly fall
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