Close to my heart, a special someone
Stays always, he is known to none
First to stroke the fire within
I kept him in, I know its sin.
Secret lover, he is known to none
My first love, my special someone.
He gave a glance, but never spoke
From this trance, I never woke
Handsome man, in mind I kept
Yearned all night, quietly wept
By the next day he was gone
My first love, my special someone.
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