First Love

The seal of first love is broken
By gentle kiss, by touch, by token

The waxen mould that Cupid pressed
Snapped in two upon the breast

A rose-red disc with sunken wings
That round the heart runs tiny rings

Never does your soul set flight
As high as in that white, young light

A singular blessing, love’s first touch
No later flame will burn as such

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