Eyes squeezed tight with playful prayer
We send our wishes into the air
Sensing and teasing the thoughts to be
We touch the first before its birth
Unknown to us, our desires her attire
High in the kingdom, is the Queen of Firsts
She dances serenely above our realm
And sniffs the air with calm repose
Awaiting the floating waft of dreams
She knows will arrive with hidden gleam
With riches too precious to ever be lost,
She quietly mesmerizes over our thoughts
And begins to spin and weave the Gifts
Of Firsts she tailors for you and me
She tenders each with braids of love
and paints them upon the wings of doves
She returns them to us with blowing kiss
All giftwrapped and sealed with nothing amiss
And when you experience the perfect first
First kiss, first love, first golden dream
Twas the Mesmerizing Queen of Firsts
That etched and designed the splendorous birth
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