I wish that we had met as children.
And played all the games that children play.
I wish that we had run together
through the fields,
and laughed and joked those days away.
I wish I had been there to see you,
Blossom into the woman
you came to be.
And I wish in that hour
of self awakening,
I was the only boy your eyes could see.
Your first smile, first kiss,
first love, first promise,
and every other first along the way.
Now I look into your eyes
and see memories
of an alternate reality,
and all I can really do is smile.
Because no matter the past
you are here with me at last.
And a last love
beats a first love
by a mile.
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