But loving you is,
What my heart has been taught.
You the teacher,
My heart,
The obedient student.
The pain of losing love kills,
My heart in tears,
Torn in pieces,
You were the glue,
But that is no more.
The student,
It is dead,
Killed by the lesson taught,
Which was taught by you.
Well thanks for the lessons,
I will keep them all in mind,
In my future loves.
But non will compare,
To you.
My first and greatest love.