First Time
Love has no better reasons to be
Than those given on first sight,
But even if we cannot foretell
And have to wait the dark night
to be under love’s holding spell;
we better try to not ask him why.
Love is where a continual glow
Outshines stars in the horizon.
When the blowing wind is cold
And the heaven is shyly crimson.
Going out to meet a rose is bold,
the prize is a kiss under a belfry.
If I could have another chance
I would ask you the same dance.
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