Preclusive Vows (First Love)
My first-ever, worst-ever crush who made me blush was an altar boy
Golden blonde hair and a face so fair graced the frame of my altar boy
And not in the least, he wished to be a priest but sent me Valentines
He so gently, not accidently, held my hand, this coy altar boy
Priests cannot marry and I was quite wary when my books he would carry
My face flushed as I blushed, seeing no future beside my altar boy
He’d have no mate yet wanted to date as he knew of my attraction
He would take vows that would not allow me to arouse this altar boy
Without attack I still look back and wonder what might have developed
If Devon's first-ever romance endeavor wasn't an altar boy
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