First Love (Unrequited 1987)

In those first step days

You gave me your cash point card

Your promise of more to come.

I imagined a summer of picking peas

And stolen kisses

Holding hands in fields

And watching the rain

As we sheltered under bridges

We would be lovers

Your gas cape a maroon tent of happiness

That enveloped me

And I would gaze with wonder

Believing you were the one

The End

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