The first time I loved you the flames
tore at my heart and pulled it down to burn
among the ashes you collected in your golden urn
and scattered on the waters of the James.

The first time I lost my head and fell,
there were no arms to break my fall. I broke
the rules, the law, my vow of silence. I spoke
three words and then descended into Hell.

The first time I responded to your smile I knew
joy only fools and lovers know, a man accused
and then released from jail his crime excused,
the first time I fell in love with you.

The first time I heard you cry, I cried.
"Why do you cry?" you said. I then replied
"Danger grows when love reveals a tender side",
later remembered those tears when love had died.

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