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


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

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I still haven't found him or her yet...

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