The young me knew no heartbreak,

My happiness grew free.

Like air under the treetops,

Like the buzzing of the bees.

The young me saw the sunlight,

My childs eyes did shine.

And then I saw her beauty,

I wanted it for mine.

We grew close in the fall,

I got to learn her ways.

Everyday that passed, 

I grew to love her face.

By winter we were together,

Our love like that unknown.

We'd talk all day and night, 

Despite the cold and snow.

The six months passed like water,

From fall to spring did run.

By then our love was hearty,

Like it never woud be undone.

But fate is a cold mistress,

A cliché like no other.

That spring has been the coldest,

Like the tears of a crying mother.

My first love burned the brightest,

I was still young and free.

That spring I grew to learn the pain,

That heartbreak brings to thee.

I grew up that day one chilly spring,

The one which brought my pain.

I learned what it's like when the brightest fire,

Dies with heartbreak's rain.