She didn’t know how to love,
I taught her
how to feel.
She didn’t know how to write a Billet-doux,
I taught her
how to hold the pen.
She didn’t know how to laugh,
I taught her
how to cry.
She didn’t know
how to read the heart,
I taught her
who I am,
And she left me alone.
My Innocent Love!
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