Love, Poetry

First love

Young

sweet love;

everything felt so right

even if

we may have loved

with nothing right;

Getting warm in your arms

you told me

I was your first

and your last;

I thought

this was it

you and I

hand in hand

against the world

forever till the end;

It was facile perfection

I swear;

Ask me

and I’d say

let’s do it again

no regrets

no resent

for this was the kind of love

that was as simple

as love can get.

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