First Love
I ne'er was struck before that hourWith love so sudden and so sweet,
Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower
And stole my heart away complete.
My face turned pale as deadly pale.
My legs refused to walk away,
And when she looked, what could I ail?
My life and all seemed turned to clay.
Poetry by Yummy_guy
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Written on 2007-03-04 at 07:06
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