A little girl I was When I met my first love
So pure, Intense… Not much I had to give
So much I had to fear,
Afraid of losing him, my only dear.
My heart, almost out of my mouth.
One day he kissed me with his tongue,
From loud heart beatings, to legs shaking,
Weird wet feelings.
Afraid of losing him and my mind,
He was pushed away,
What if he didn’t like it or worse,
What if he didn’t want me anymore?
He was my Prince,
So cute in Love, Loved me,
But I didn’t know that, I wasn’t sure...
I moved away, we moved on.
The little prince was the only one, innocent love,
Never to be replaced, never to be touched,
Forever embraced, the first of all.
A love without pretenses, pure love arbitration.
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