I know I wasn't your first, and though I don't like that stupid fact
I hope at least you'll let me be your last.
You weren't my first kiss, but you were the first person I've grown to love and it is bliss.
I do hope the odds are in our favour, I guess it's not likely but I know for a fact you're my saviour.
But like I said, I know I'm not your first but i do wish we'd create our own and we're not damned by a curse,
I want us to share our first memory as parents, watching the first steps of the young life of us in forbearance.
You're my first, and by first I mean the first person I've seen a vivid future with in bright colour of which I'm fully immersed,
The first I've grown to call my person, I just hope the odds against us don't worsen.
You're my first thought in the morning and my last thought before I go to sleep,
though even in slumber I can't escape the thought of you, my love runs too deep.
You're the first person I'm willing to fight for, I hate abruption of peace but for our tension to release I'm willing to slam the door.
You're my first love and I hope to the gods that may be out there, that these hopes will become realities that we share.
