Stings, doesn't it, thinking about her?
But is she your first, her?
She's definitely your strongest, her.
But now there's a new, her,
And the next her.

Now, another her.
This feels substantial, this, what you have, with her.
How long will this last, with her?
Till the next sting in your heart is formed from her.

Till she leaves, all that remains, a memory, of her.
Do soulmates exist, and can it really be her?
The new her, the next her.
The third, the fifth, the eight, her.

Each time you meet, you hope its her.
Each time a first kiss, with her.
Is it her?
Was she, my last first kiss?