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A poem written and dedicated to Joe, my first love

My first love was sweet and pure, together forever my heart was sure.
I continued to grow as time did pass, the boy I loved turned into an ass.
Twenty five years old and to scared to try, I've waited and wished as each nite I cry.
But I can no longer live for this dream, of making things right and becoming a team.
I have to move on and leave this love behind, maybe one day himself he shall find.
And if that day comes I will love him still, but for now I must go, I can and I will.