we did ramble,
It was a cold bleak Easter day.
The rain came down in showers,
we stopped along the way
Some sat on a bench for a moment,
we two were side by side
A hood covered most of your mystery,
I was open with nowhere to hide
Your pretty head knotted at small toe
What spires,
what farms are those?
We walked in to our story
in damp and lifeless clothes
First love doesn't pick the right moment
It strikes when your hair is distressed
It comes when your shoes are muddy
And your hesitant timing's a mess
We walked many miles in our story
But it lasted less than a year
Heaven nev er al lowed an exten sion
If it did, we never did here
I prayed for some sense to equip me,
To guide a young
love such as ours.
But I was too young
an d too helpless,
To negotiate ways through the showers.
First love never runs like a movie,
There's silence, repairing and tears.
It gives you a reason for living,
then one day the dream disappears.
First love is something precious,
it only comes once in your days
You spend your life trying to recapture
But the detail gets lost in the haze