Last First Love

You’re my last first love
I know that’s a little bit redundant
But it’s a special kind of phrasing
To make it clear the point I’m raising:
That not only are you the start, you’re the end
And even if we close this chapter
You’ll always have your own two bookends
In my life
All your own

You’re my last first love
I’m not sorry
I know it’s a candle you can carry
Though I agree it can be scary
To be the light I label with this lovely tune
To be the wonderful thing
I like returning to mid-morning, sundown and noon
It’s true

You’re my last first love
Not to be confused
With my first last love
Of which you’re not accused

So maybe it’s you
And maybe it’s not you
But when I get to it
I’ll write a song about that too (oh)

But for now
I just love you