FIRST LOVE NEVER DIES

You were my first love, At seventeen and fourteen, None could have been above A dream of a blissful mien; I said you were too young Behaving like a woman, Your love's a puppy's song While I was a grown-up man; You were very young, I said And your heart too was novel, More years would bring good spread To feelings which were fickle; So, I waited and hoped That you'd learn through the years, That you'd broaden your scope, Fix your heart and dry your tears; Gladly, hopes are wishes Which time then proves or defies, First love which flourishes Is first love that never dies.