Second doesn't sound nearly as special
As first
But you're a world more important to me.
There are scars on my hands
And lessons on my lips
Without which I couldn't be yours
I'm still discovering you.
We are so much more exciting and new
Than First
You watched First hurt me,
So I know you wont do the same
Delicately brushing hands, and lips
You electrify my being
And I'll never stop being thankful
For you
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