First Love.

The dark is moving from the rack,
Marking a memory of the past,
I was in the rack and I was in the dark
For I was ignorant of the facts!

She walked past the rack,
And had the knack to track the heart
That was in the dark,
And my darkness is now the past.

Like an angel from the far
She has come for an act, that
Which took me from the rags
To the richness of Bliss!