Rewind, cast your mind back,
remember your first love,
and what of them, what of them do you remember,
in the hazy distance that is so far back,
such simplicity and gentility,
such tender kisses under the cherry tree,
there in the summer sun,
with a heart beating so rapidly,
in the embrace of a young love,
a new experience that you had never felt before,
a feeling of magic as if heaven had fallen from up above,
and what a wonder it was,
what a wonder and such bliss,
and so invigorating and captivating,
a million emotions and feelings whirling around in the mind,
as your arms were wrapped around another’s,
how great were the delicate waves of sensations,
and how beautiful the fireworks bursting upon the mind,
as time it passed so rapidly,
but you had no time for time,
and you paid it no mind,
and love is such a beautiful act,
and how easily caught up in it you were,
and in it how easily you were wrapped,
ah, those precious memories,
the memories of first love,
a love so powerful,
despite being so distant and so far, back,
