My first time loving heart,
I knew it from the start.
Thus be a dream,
to let all sparkle and gleam.
If only thou knew my love
was truly sent from above,
would I be here right now,
speaking a virgin's love vow?
How great is thy passion;
it pierces thee with fashion,
like a spear called lovers woe;
I feel it's gentle flow.
Thus be a wish upon a star,
I know who thou are.
Tis be but a virgin love,
sent from heaven, like a pure white dove.
Thus this be a lover's birth,
no money can equal its worth.
Thus it blooms gently like a rose,
yet preciously it grows.
I have great affection,
for that girl, shown in moonlit reflection.
I am but a man unspoken,
with love never broken.