My first Love taught me Beauty.
Eternal in its being
The one that thrives in our thoughts
The first time you see it
Hold it in your arms
You know, what it simply feels to be beautiful
To be enchanted
To breathe magic.
You know what it means to fall in love.
The first camera you hold
Captures a picture
that lives through your lifetime
In your thoughts.
And each one sees a different version of the picture
Each one holds a different perspective to it.
Each one holds a different perspective to love.
For the image that appears farther to you
Might be the closest to me ,
But both true in their existence
Sheer proof of Magnificence they stay.
My first love taught me beauty.
Beauty that lives in me
Till my last breath.