| This was my first serious poem. I wrote it for my first real crush. How naive and optimistic I was back then. |
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| As the seasons pass, and time travels on; |
| a sad song, can always say it all. |
| In with Summer, out with Spring; |
| trying hard, to grasp onto precious time. |
| When Summer came, I fell in love; |
| how it happened, I'll never know. |
| But, I hope I will always remember these things; |
| as precious time travels on. |
| You're so wonderful; |
| fair, black, curly hair. |
| You're so beautiful; |
| freckles, dotted on your face. |
| You're so astounding; |
| your voice, like a whisper in the wind. |
| You're so kind; |
| your soft, gentle touch. |
| And so breathtaking; |
| soft, brown, penetrating eyes, a smile that brightens the day. |
| But, every fairy tale must have some sadness; |
| no matter how much we might love or cherish. |
| While seasons change, so will you; |
| school lets out and our love is through. |
| But I will always remember these times we've had; |
| and that first Summer day I fell in love. |
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