My first time..

So I've been asked to write a poem,
About how the story started.
Of long ago, when we fell in love,
And all the times we parted.
And I know its going to be the hardest poem,
That I will ever have to write.
Speaking of the winter nights,
When we tried our hardest not to fight.
Falling far to easy, gave up my heart to soon.
And realising finally that there is nothing I can do.
The first time that I met you,
I knew you were the one.
And even though I'm still in love,
You decided to move on.
Hearts and flowers, rose wine,
The first few dates,
That made you mine.
Late night texts,
And morning sex.
Whoever knew it would come to an end.
Falling for you was easy.
Until we reached are finest fall,
And even though its finished,
I'd still go back and do it all.
Your first love is your only love,
And that's just what I believe.
The fact that you don't feel the same,
Proves you never really loved me.