His first love

You was a girl that had captured his soul
I am not feel a jealousy, it's not an offence
And I will get out of a grief, and control
My inward condition. I can make a pretence.

You was a girl that had opened his heart
You were together in his and your youth
I must understand and i must to be smart:
He can't ever feel more the same. It is truth.

You had stole the show, had infatuated him.
You was a girl that had given first feel.

You really must know that you spoiled his life
He remember your shape and your beauty till now
It seems to me that it's superfluous strife.
You have win competition and I need to avow

That you've given him love when I was only child
That you glow him like sun and you were so happy.
I say "thank you" for all that you've given him while
It is painful for me but I'm foolish and sappy.

Only one thing perturb me and keep to be worry:
I was not side by side with him when you was there.
But I let him to go, only add one word: "sorry".
Very likely we will meet each other but later
In another lifetime, after die, somewhere...