love.
what form could you mean? i knew of one, for all of my life (which, to be far, is a mere 16 years to spare).
from the moment i could speak,
before i knew what meant desire,
i desired for love, all big, all dire.

so, throughout the years it seemed to me,
endless of romantic possibilities.
it all took a number of heartbreaks,
and a painful speech,
for me to walk out onto the street
and find the one, the one that was meant to be.

ever since that day, i struggled deeply.
every happy moment not spent with him was spent in tears.
some days were good,
most were bad,
but years after our first meet,

i met another boy,
and we soon fell in deep.
regardless of this,
my first love remains,
for the first love that should be,
was always to be me.