First blush of love is bright,
A fragile, tender light.
A whispered, hopeful start;
Held closely in the heart.
Then comfort settles deep,
While early passions sleep.
So vibrant hues give way,
And first love cannot stay.
The fervent vows we make,
For constancy's dear sake.
A promise pure and bold;
A story to unfold.
Then life's own seasons turn,
And different lessons learn.
So youthful dreams decay,
And first...
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