First Love
By John Herlihy

I remember the day when everything changed,
Not the day itself which was like any other day.
The sun rose up from the horizon into open sky;
Nothing falls down from the sun explaining why.
The day began as a draining away, milk spilled;
A hollow emptiness just lying in wait to be filled.
To learn of a truth I didn’t even know was true ,
Truth I was coming to know, never before knew.
In life, we witness a thousand suns and feel bold,
A thousand waning moons does make us feel old.
Will you love me when old and as crazy as a loon?
Will you cherish me, as sweet as a raison or prune?
I didn’t know then, but time passes and I know now;
Our love endured, passed the test of time somehow.
Our first moment goes far back to the day ordained,
First love became first truth that has never waned.