I'll always forget my first kiss,
      and I'll kiss again,
   and that, too, will be my first
      that I forgot,
   and I'll never remember the color of her hair
   and I'll never remember that the clouds hid behind trees,
   and I'll always forget the sweet stench of her,
   and I'll always forget the view past her eyes,
   the emptied landscape that would repeat itself;
   Time after memory,
   I'll always be forgetting my first kiss.