In the spring of my fifteenth year
I met a girl who was honest and pure
A girl, people said, that never told a lie
Someone who I only ever saw once or twice
In the summer of my fifteenth year
I talked to the girl who happened to be fifteen too
A girl, people said, that cherished her friends and adored sweets
Someone who I came to learn the name of
In the autumn of my fifteenth year
I went to the same school as the honest girl who moved in next door
A girl, people said, who tried her best in school and always had a smile of pure joy
Someone who I became best friends with and count myself lucky to know
In the winter of my fifteenth year
I confessed to the girl who always told the truth
A girl, people said, who became my girlfriend
Someone who was my first one true love
In the spring of my sixteenth year
I spent my birthday with my girlfriend
A girl, people said, that was born on the same day as I
Someone who promised to spend every birthday together for forever and ever
In the summer of my sixteenth year
I learned that the girl that I loved was dying
A girl, people said, that had a terminal illness
Someone who I wanted to lose the least
In the autumn of my sixteenth year
I visited the hospital where the honest girl stayed
A girl, people said, who wouldn't celebrate another birthday
Someone who I prayed for, that someone might take my life instead of hers
In the winter of my sixteenth year
I watched the girl I loved, pass on
A girl, people said, who never got to see her seventeenth birthday
Someone who hadn't kept her promise, someone who told her first lie
In the spring of my seventeenth year
I wished myself a happy birthday by the grave of the honest girl
A girl, people said, that had died too young
Someone who I will forever cherish and love
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Poesía''Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought, and the thought has found words.'' ~ Robert Frost
