First Love

Before you saw my face, you knew me.

From the joy in my laugh, to the silence within.

Through it all, you were here, even before the beginning.

You thought of me first,

before sin came to be.

You thought of me first, before life had conceived me.

To my mother, I am her daughter,

and to my father, I am his first-born.

I was a concept, then a fetus,

into the body of this human.

But to you, I am more.

You thought of me first,

before the heavens and the earth.

I am not a mistake, a coincidence, or an afterthought.

I am your first love.