First love never dies, though washed away by the waves of time.
When time was young
there was you and me,
I was yours, you were
mine, as it had all seemed,
as a magnet would work
when poles apart, as me
loving you and you not
liking me.
There was grace, there
was pride. There was kindness,
there was none. There was hope,
there was angst : you were so near,
yet so far away: Always, there was God;
then again there would be none, when
you were that far. But always I would
see you. And that would seem enough…
till, one day, all would disappear
with the sunset
You never have, never, seen my
stormy seas when my youth, under
your spell, was deep in the serenity
and turmoil of what I hid from you,
equally as I showed the best I could
of what was completely possible, if
only you, at least, lent an ear. Yet,
again not till later, time overwhelmed
and overtook tomorrow, that distant,
past I knew was then the present.
You should know your delight
in hearing, sending my love
as I felt I should countless
times and in seemingly
infinite ways before.
Now, in reverse, like ticks,
chimes of grandfather clock,
when we recall times past, as
I do, genuine love, oh Annie, my
first love you knew so well intense.
K as in knight me for the faint-
glow shadows of yesteryears,
my First Loves! And thank you
for the memories!
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