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First Love


Down an Oak-lined leafy lane

lived my first love Emily Jane,

The little cottage stood alone

with pure walls of white-washed stone.


Surrounded by privet and shrubs

pansies sown into wooden tubs,

By that rusty wrought iron gate

as a young man I’d nervously wait.


My heart it fluttered as I saw

Emily Jane step through the door,

My heart it pounding in my chest

My life was complete, surely blessed


I looked at her, felt the desire

full of emotion, heart on fire,

I took her hand and she held mine

for she was eight and I just nine.


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