First Love

First love is entire.

It is whole.

Heart on fire.

Enchantment ceases,

Love bound into pieces.

Time leads to fragment,

Dying lines fall stagnant.

Smiles left in creases,

Shadow and light releases.

Parts of love buried,

Lesser love eases.

Into the fray,

Of another day

Love so familiar it’s on replay.

Set to stay.

It was not that way,

As it was the first day.

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