First Love

Time was a thief, and season turned
Waiting for you daily, under the oak tree
I've seen you there, even before you came by
It was under the oak tree, our story began

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The world was a blur of grays and lines
No meaning was fetched from it
Just shadows and skeletons of what was to come
Until you arrived, then came a splash of color

You were the first page of my book
The first star that I ever saw
The first love from my youth
The memories of you, is the beautiful echo that has been my constant flame