First
Remembering you from afar
Long ago morning with a dove
Beauty of butterflies in a jar.
I still taste our aftermath of love,
Heavy breath and youthful sweat,
It was a gift from God above.
I remember our love. Oh but yet
So long ago so many years before
Still you remain my sweet regret.
Time alone has closed this door
As your love was proved untrue
My tears no longer wet the floor.
A distance of time this is true,
But I can not help remember you.
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