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My First Love

There I stood, by the bank of the river
Feet wet, my gown hugging me tightly.
Then I sighted the Diver.
He looked my way
And then I looked away.
The truth is, the Diver did not look my way,
I looked his own way
He didn’t know who I was
But I did know him, I saw the Diver that day, for the very first time.
Instantly, I knew I was in love.
I woke up thinking about my first love, the Diver.
Patiently waiting for night to come so I’ll see my love again while I sleep.

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