First Love Is like Playing with Fire
|First love is like playing with fire:|
Aglow with pain and glory.
Tell me, my dear first love,
Whether I'm burned into your heart.
The fire in your body,
The glory of your touch:
Ah! my dear first love,
Never, never leave my heart!
Although the fire is distant,
The pain is always near.
My dear first love, please listen:
I hold you in my heart.
|your poem is just beyond awesome and it just has a great meaning to it like am i really in your heart am i stained in your heart/greeeaaat|
|U GOT SOME SKILL THAT POEM WAS HELLA GOOD|
|thats such a cute poem! its an awesome poem and |
it probably means alot to others
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