Its funny
I saw someone today who looked eerily similar to my
first true love
A strong resemblance indeed
Ah, the scent, the nectar of that love still swells, still
capsuled within
A love with such height, such magnitude
I would have offered my last meal to my sweet so that my love
may live on after me
That signature touch has not been forgotten, and as I stand
here
Entranced by the walking image of my first true love, I decide to
venture across the lands to find that touch again
That scent again
To find that love again so that it may revolve around me
from dawn until the inevitable dusk
I must find my first true love again