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My First Love - Swannet
When I first met her my heart skipped a beat
Stammering I spoke a few inane things
How could she know she had plucked my heart strings
Why did I look down only at my feet
And not into her eyes and tell her so
She spoke to me in a soft gentle way
Her words touching my very soul that day
Beautiful music strumming away fears
That better part of me lifted my head
Her smile was like a wondrous day in May
All my clouds of fear were pushed away
I told her my name and then asked for hers
She said she lived close by on a near street
that she was happy we happened to meet.
Copyright ©
Alfred Berggren
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