• My First Love

    You're like walking art.
    Everything you do,
    Has an air of creativity.
    Your skin is smooth
    Like marble,
    Your lips are red like
    A rose in bloom
    Your hair is like
    The fine silk,
    And the way you walk,
    Oh the way you walk is
    Like watching a ghost glide
    On calm waters.
    You are my most precious
    Crystal, sanctuary, my most
    Precious secret.
    You are my first love.