First Love Heather Dale

The day was young
As we rode along the river
And I swear
He was the fairest thing to grace those steady banks
In ages come and lost forever
There was a mystery about him
Like a thousand secrets I would never know

So we spoke
And he, laughing, took my hand
Golden-tongued
His words were fickle jewels along the sand
So sincere and softly spoken
He told me of his home
How he was sad he was alone
And how someday he hoped to find a girl like me
To be his queen…

And his smile was like a sunrise
Clear and sweet
And though he never said it
I think perhaps the girl he meant was me
That in a future that we shared
With pledges won and secrets bared
We’d stand together in what destiny would bring
And I’d found my king