Memories are special to each of us and I think that our first love is someone we remember forever.
That first bloom of love and romantic feelings - the bloom of feelings never before experienced. Passion ignites and although it may fade with time, the memory lives on.
The water is wide. I cannot get o'er
And neither have I wings to fly
Give me a boat that can carry two
And both shall row my love and i
I leaned my back up against an oak
I thought it was a trusty tree
But first it swayed and then it broke
And so my false love did unto me
Oh love is handsome and love is kind
And love's a jewel when it is new
But love grows old and waxes cold
And fades away like morning dew