Samuel Newton (5th december / India)
First love is like playing with fire:
Aglow with pain and glory.
Tell me, my dear first love,
Whether I'm burned into your heart.
The fire in your body,
The glory of your touch:
Ah! my dear first love,
Never, never leave my heart!
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