People
always talk about their first
Love, hurt,
touch and kiss
Remember way
back in time
But I seem
not to miss.
I think the
past stepping stones
Fun at
times, learning at most
Were forming
of us back then
But to the present
we play host.
Forgot her
face, her lips and eyes
Not of any
cause I set out to be
But not the
best it ever made sense
Now looking
forward is where I see.
Not just to
future but excite dare
And you
create expectation where none
Would have
been without presence
Every day
the same thought done.
First was
where we started long ago
Today is not
that day
Last is the
one where all happiness
Come together
with you, I pray.
First was,
now is and last to come
And I won’t
be able…no, never
Finding more
imperfect perfection
At last, my
last, to last…forever.
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