First Love
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As I wandered to where the spirit of you lies,
The sweet and potent scent of roses filled the air.
Those long, forgotten summers once more came alive;
When I was first touched by Beauty, so wild and rare.
Through cold and lonely winters, I've missed your presence.
Yet I have often sensed you by the warm glow of an old
Fireplace and glimpsed once again your fine countenance.
I remember how our love, like a stream, once flowed.
Now the spectre of a rose is all I can grasp.
In this wanton world, nothing noble ever lasts.
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