First Love
As silent as a sparrow,
she hopped into my heart.
She made me dream the sweetest dreams
that never will depart.
Our love was technicolor
like autumn's splendrous leaves.
We danced through winter's coldest snows
and into spring's reprieve.
We shared our hopes and wishes,
our diamonds of the dawn.
When Easter lilies bloom their best,
I looked and she was gone.
She took my poor heart with her
and left a vacant place,
but even after fifty years,
I still can see her face.
I never have forgotten
our season in the sun.
If only we could dance again...
But alas, the dance is done.
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