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When I held her close to me,

I could feel that special warmth.

I never felt that sensation before,

she was my first love.



I told her how I felt and I loved her so,

she didn't return the words that I longed to hear.

Closeness is what I wanted to feel,

closer than she was comfortable to share.



I continued to feel that wonderful heat,

emanating within my soul.

Loving words from my heart to her ears,

left unfulfilled as I spoke.



My love for her was true,

at least it felt that way at the time.

But things cool off when desires are not met,

and my love withered on the vine.



Then she spoke the words I yearned for,

I love you she confessed to me.

But too late it was for me to hear,

that special warmth within was lost.



I told her that my love was gone,

sorry I was that it was so.

That was the last time that we embraced,

though my love for her had been true.