Anita, My Ride or Die.

In the tender garden of youth's spring,

First love bloomed, a delicate thing,

With petals soft as the blush of dawn,

And a promise of days, forever drawn.

It whispered through the leaves of time,

A melody in a silent chime,

Eyes met, and all the world stood still,

In that moment, love bent to will.

Hand in hand, beneath the moon's soft glow,

Two hearts danced, in love's sweet flow,

A gentle touch, a shy embrace,

In the warmth of love's tender grace.

First love, like a morning's first light,

Fills the soul with endless delight,

A memory etched in the stars above,

Forever cherished, my first sweet love.

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