The love you first felt,
With a lot blushes
And kid's recklessness
The first kiss that you got
Both trembling lips
Led to eternal bliss
The first break your heart took
Taste like salty tears
With spice of ruined dreams
That those "first"
Are irreplaceable
There's this "last"
That complete them
The last love you would see
The last guy you'd fall with
The last tears of heart-aching
The last time you'd go searching
For the first person you'd want to see
In the morning times
When you open your eyes
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Good logic. The so called 'first' and 'last' are complementary. One completes the other one. Well, understood. Thanks for sharing this poem. Go on!