The First Love Is the Best

The first love is the best. But be so contented, for i never had another. Teddy was only a boy, and soon got over his little fancy. Wouldst thou have said yes then if i had spoken? I don't know, i'm afraid not. For i didn't have any heart just then. And in it there was one little verse that seemed to call me, read and find him. In the garret. Four little chests, all in a row, dim with dust and worn by time,. all fashioned and filled long ago by children now in their prime. four little keys hung side by side with faded ribbons, brave and gay when fastened there with