My first dream of a first love's kiss
Had fireworks and bells ringing of bliss.
The sky would open and rain would fall
To show my love and joy to all.
It would be the tales, prince and princess galore.
With singing doves and much much more.
The stories of love, so pretty and pure
Would match up to ours, for that I was sure.
Yet first love's kiss of which I so had dreamed
Was quite another story, not what it had seemed.
A peck on the lips, a quick kind of kiss.
A duck of his head, such emotions amiss.
And all of my dreams, not a single one there,
So why is it that I can hardly care?
Well, that's how it is for loves that are real.
For the