Every love’s a first love:
A fumbling, unrehearsed love
That soon devours the waking hours
With grinning, fit-to-burst love.
Every love’s the last love:
The one defining, vast love
But once we know it isn’t so,
Each love is merely past love.
Every love’s the best love,
A deeper-than-the-rest love,
Until our need or pleasure’s greed
Impels us to the next love.
Every love is true love:
But now I come to view love,
I've learned to trust each love is just
A stepping-stone to you, love.
