It's the first rush
Like fresh spring bursts
Child like and innocent
Trusting every moment
I felt the warmth
That helped me
Sail through winters
And rainstorms
But
The charm of love
At first sight
Soon tarnished
And weathered
Full of fright
This what I fear
For now
A rusted dagger
Will stab me somehow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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