First Love

The rose has such an uplifting effect on anything
Its beauty is unsurpassed
And when it dies
Its aroma still lingers for a bit longer
It is like first love.

The pain that was endured
The regret passed
The hope for a new beginning
It finally set in

Never will such a love be forgotten
The innocence of young love
The part that he will always hold in my heart
The gratitude I give to him for all that he has taught me

Now older and wiser
I make peace with the past
I know that my first love is not my soul mate
No more pain
Just a hopeful heart to find my one so true