Poem
The Reverberation of First Love and Deplorability
A murmured look, a brief touch,
A flash so splendid, it consumed excessively.
Eyes that met and hearts that took off,
In affection's hug, a fantasy was put away.
Delicate twilight strolls, the best moans,
Guarantees cut underneath the skies.
Chuckling moved like morning light,
An affection so unadulterated, it felt so right.
Be that as it may, seasons change, thus did we,
Love disentangled, wild and free.
A quiet tear, a last farewell,
A broke heart, too numb to even consider crying.
However in the throb, an example stays,
Love might blur, however never wanders.
A memory carved, both sweet and sore,
First love's reverberation — forevermore.
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