First Love

I knew it was love the first time I met her. Every moment before that, without her, felt like a blur.
She sang for me, danced with me and talked to me for hours. Had tears of joy at all my victories, like they were ours.
I’d do something maddening and she’d get upset. Yet later, whisper an apology in my ear with regret.
This is not the love that in a few lines, I can summarise. Because she loved me more than her life,
the day I first opened my eyes.

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