She Asked

She asked:

You're a poet. Who's your first love?

I replied:

My Love! 

Before I fell in love with words,

With setting skies and singing birds.

In love with the stars and galaxies so far,

I gazed at the moon and wished upon a star.

In love with ocean and it's calming motion,

And the breeze that carried the scent of emotion.

With heat in the desert and quench in the thirst,

It was you that I fell in love with first.