The First - Poem by Danielle Beechum
You are my first, maybe not my first lover,
But definitely my first love.
You are the first to make my soul quiver,
To make my heart dance to its own beat, to make
The devil tremble in disbelief and rage in hell
From his own defeat!
You are my first, maybe not my first boyfriend,
But definitely the first boy that wanted
To be my friend and love me
You are the first to notice the true color
And beauty of my eyes,
The first to realize and appreciate my inner beauty
The first to show your true self
You are my first, maybe not my first lover
Or my first boyfriend
But definitely the first to become my soul mate
Who I could never duplicate
And who no other could imitate.
You are my first, maybe not my first in everything
But definitely my first in the most
Important aspects of my life and I hope I can be your first,
Maybe not your first lover or your first girlfriend,
maybe I could be your first wife.
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