She had blonde hair

and eyes of blue

Her name was Rachael

and like an angel she was too

At nine years old was I a fool

to be in love with the prettiest girl in school?

In scruffy clothes

with sticky up hair

and dreams of love

beneath a grove of trees I walked

when wrote upon a trunk I saw

in Rachael's neatest scrawl

"Rachael loves Adam"

Ten years on I still recall

the tiny sound of something small

within my chest get wrenched apart

From my first love to first broke heart

Was I a fool to love the prettiest girl in school?

Since that day I've never dared

to love as true as I loved there

So understand that what you see

since nine years old has not been me