Dawn of my first love

Nineteen, naive and nerdy, 
I was, in my world!
Sixteen, sweet and sexy,
She still is, in her own world!

As worlds collided then,
Her soft hearted play
Along his heard headed ways
Brought in a gravity of hearts
And made them a lunatic of sorts.

As time went by, 
Days and nights became one.
As they became inseparable
They were into all trouble.

For it was her in the mornings,
It was her, in the evenings.
And it was still her, at night
Even till the sun made it bright
And it dawned, his very first.