Pure and innocent it was,
That blissful feeling ,
Like those winter days;
It can never be replicated.
Affection to this heart first;
Your tender words loud,
To this vicious soul reminds,
How mysterious love felt .
Great Dan Brown remains,
Notes at 3 am too,
Bitter cracking brownies,
Empty boxes to open,
But now clear ,
I only cared.
Believes it was but you;
Fears there is no other;
Now,dwell in this blue.
Seven hundred thirty days
Yet your memories still lingers;
For you were the first.


@kethspy