First Love

There is always a first time,

And it’s always the best.

We remember the beginning,

And forget all the rest.

Like that first sparkling penny,

Or that first sip of wine.

We remember so clear,

And unblemished by time.

 

My first puff of smoke,

Left me dizzy and weak.

That first physical challenge,

My honor to keep.

The first car I did own,

Was a Singer Gazelle.

The first fine I did pay,

Was for speeding as well.

 

But the brightest memory of all,

I freely confess.

Were the secrets and charms,

Unveiled by her dress.

She was soft and gentle,

And pure as a dove.

I can’t remember her name,

But she was my first love.

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