In Loving Memory

My first love was cute, and Dabid was his name
My first love changed me, since then I haven’t been the same
My first love was smart, and somewhat of a teachers pet
My first love was athletic, with a baseball record set
My first love was shy, with a cute bright smile
My first love was in seventh grade, when baggy was the style

He was my puppy love, crush, and infatuation
He made me feel warm inside with a tingly sensation
I loved to daydream about him and fantasize
And when I saw him my stomach got butterflies
I remember those unsent letters that I made
Confessing my undying passion at only seventh grade

Eventually, I outgrew this sweet puppy love
There were other things that I began thinking of
In High School we maintained a strong friendship
I confided in him, and he told me of his hardship
In College he was still my confidant and my friend
How was to know I wouldn't him again.

In the summer of 2002 he suddenly passed away
His car collided with another while he drove on his merry way
I think of him a lot and how he changed me plenty
I think of how unfair it is when you are just twenty
So many years he had left to live
So much love that he had yet to give
I will always remember that cute, bright smile
The day he died I vowed, \"David is the name of my first born child”

If my first born child turned out not to be a boy
I would still talk about him to fill this empty void
I\'d tell my little girl of a friend that I once had
Let her know that I love him differently than her dad

It hurts that Dabid died a sudden, tragic death
I would do anything to give him one more breath
I miss Dabid a lot, and he is still an important part of me
It's hard to understand, how his death was meant to be

If Dabid were still alive, he’d be twenty-two
Knowing him, he would go out and about getting something new
Since later that night, he’d go out dancing too
To live by his music is what he always desired
His love for his culture will always be admired

The memory of Dabid will always live on
His humor and charisma will stay with us all along
He will always be “Dabid” to everyone and me
He will always be “Dabid” spelled out with a “b”

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