““And you know you are not the first, To bite into her dimples, And sleep in her eyes, Whisper in her ears long deep into the nights, But does that even matter? And you know you are not the first, Who had the honour of wiping her tears, And sucking on her finger tips gently, And taking her to bed like a child in arms, But does that even matter? And you know you are not the first, Worthy of her warm hugs on winter nights, And you know that you are not the first, She shared her kisses and coffees, Chocolates and love candles, shower and bed with. But does that even matter? Now that you have the chance of a lifetime, To be her gardner, To be her farmer, To resurrect the fallen princess again… And you know you are not the first, She gave her heart. But does that even matter? How you wish you would be the last, To stay forever in her arms, Or die waiting for that moment… --- You know You Are Not Her First””
