Inspired by Fíona

I vaguely remember Fíona's appearance,
But I can’t forget the experience I had with her.
We were playmates when we were kids.
She was the youngest sister of my stepmother.
Both of us were born on a Wednesday morning.
And we have the same date of birth.
No other girl had expressed her love for me.
Fíona was the first girl who touched me.

She was more experienced with sensuality than me.
I was a timid boy who wasn’t compatible with her.
She knew so much about boys and romance
For someone who was attending a single-sex school.
I didn’t know anything about girls and love.
It took three years for my step-aunt to give me a turn-on,
But it was too late to start an affair with her.
Although she still loved me, things didn’t work out.

The last time I saw her, we were teenagers.
My eyes beheld a very pretty young lady.
I didn’t get the chance to say more than hello to her.
She migrated to Canada and left me behind.
I never laid eyes on Fíona since then,
And I never heard her sweet voice again.
Time has erased her face from my memory,
But the longing for her still remains in my heart.

It's been many years since I've borne the misery.
I wonder if she's as beautiful as she was then.
I don’t even know if she’s still alive.
Frankly, I’m not sure I’d love her if I see her now.
But I’m in love with the girl from the past.
How I miss those days with my sweet playmate.
I distinctly remember the way Fíona loved me.
And I blame her mom for destroying our happiness.