First Love

first loveOriginal Photo : http://www.flickr.com/photos/katietegtmeyer/73056234

I still feel the loss,

Of the first taste of love,

And some mornings wake,

With an ache for what was,

In dreams he’s the lover,

Who opens my eyes,

The rescuer, the protector,

The truth without lies,

He’s sometimes the Pirate,

The Lord or the Squire,

Sometimes the Rock Star,

Or protection for hire,

He’s never the villain,

The dark shadowed foe,

But always the hero,

Whose face that I know,

And whenever I’m lost,

Or fear I could fall,

I dream of my first love,

And I’m not lost at all.

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