How could I know that you would be the one?

Do children understand first love as such?

I thought it was the moonlight or the sun

that gave your life the spark I could not touch.
Without the shame a wiser girl would feel,

I teased you boldly through each summer day.

The gentle kiss each night I let you steal

and thought our world would always be this way.

Until the spark became a raging fire—

consuming childish dreams, it filled my soul

and left a flame that burned with such desire

no other pain or pleasure could control.

Fly high sweet summer love and know that I

still love the boy who taught this girl to fly.