Sonnet - First Love

First Love

You vowed you would love me always

My love. How can I ever forget it?

And so my love, I’ll always wait,

For you my rose, be it a hundred years.

Do you remember when first we met,

How exciting love had been?

Ah, to think that you could ever forget,

My darling, sweetheart, queen!

And was it not a blushing rose,

A bright red sweetly scented flower,

I plucked from its bed of gay repose,

And brought you my first lover?

Oh, may its fragrance linger on,

All through the years my love my own.

                       Prince John Chaber

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