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When I fist met you I knew I was in love.
My heart flew up above.
I new you cared as much as I did,
But I was afraid, I was only a kid.
But then it happened right then and there.
You got sick and started loosin' your hair.
You told the class it was tumor in your brain.
I dreamt that night of all the pain.
You suffered but laughed when ever you could.
I hoped you would get better. I knew you would.
But I was mistaken for after that year...
You layed there in a coffin no longer in fear.
I mourned many nights and many weeks.
Even after four years I cry and I weep.
But im getting better im moving on.
But u are and will always be my first love.

Dedicated to Thomas H. who the poem is truly about! I love u Tom!!