Do you remember your first love?
The one person that you gave your everything to.
You give them your heart, body, soul and spirit.
You would give up everything and anything for them.
You eagerly give your whole heart to them because you've never felt the pain.
You’ve never worn the pain of a heartbreak.

It's your first love.
There won't be others.
Your love is your one and only for the rest of your life...until they aren’t.
One day they die, you break up, something goes wrong and you eventually find a way to move on, some way or another.

You find your next love but you're cautious with this one.
You withhold the sweet nectar of your love.
You keep your heart close and give them piece by piece so they can piece your heart together like a puzzle, but you never give them the last piece to finish the puzzle, the torn piece.
You try to love them as you once loved before but deep down the never mending tear in your heart won't allow it.

You're no longer able to carelessly give your heart out for you've felt the pain of heartache.
You're no longer able to love as you did, for you’ve worn the pain of a heartbreak.
Love is reckless before you know any better.
Love is bliss when you’re naive.