First Love

First Love

First love
Abundance abounds
Eyes tainted with the notion that you are perfect
But lo, a year on and it strikes
They, alike to myself, have traits
Were you shocked to find that I too have faults
The expectation is an illusion
Arm yourself, dear reader
When you find him he is not perfect
Indoctrinate yourself with truth

Know his faults
For then you can truly love him

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