April was our breath
Fragrance of the air has our memories all over
My innocent heart had its very first love
with just a single touch of your hand
You still and forever will be
my heart's first feeling.
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Abditory; my friend
PoetryA friend you fall in love with. The friendship The affection, and your heart miserable in their absence. This is about my first love, my greatest friend.
