First Love
With shaking hands she reached
Deep inside her dying
Soul —a wooden thing—
Within that whole
And there she found
a handsome boy
with lips peacefully round
His eyes like silver and his heart as gold
He had been hiding there
Waiting patiently for her
to see, he had always had a hold
of all that made her matter.
He swore her heart was not his to shatter
And he made promises with his eyes
And sealed them with songs on high
For that beautiful broken girl
The girl that would make him her world.
To the girl who never broke my heart.
