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Her Side Now
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a number of my poems are about my first love (succubus, a valentines day i'd like to forget, I wish I had Learned to Hate, roses). this is the story from her side not much has changed I'm still full of poetry and impossible dreams --30--
I remember you – You were my first love, my first lover You made me laugh, you gave me confidence... Confidence to stand on my own. But life put obstacles in our way Our paths sundered Once sundered, never to rejoin. You were full of poetry, And impossible dreams I needed more than dreams, so I reached for security But not to you: Right or wrong I chose another. That I hurt you, I know, I’m sorry. Still, if it is Any balm for your soul— I remember you . . .

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Reviewed by Lynn Barry

Reviewed on March 29, 2003

dreamers sometimes only have their dreams...while others aren't capable of dreaming...lovely poem...

Reviewed by Cathy Montgomery (Reader)

Reviewed on March 15, 2003

You hit a chord here...
Lovely, touching write...

Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)

Reviewed on March 15, 2003

Sad and well written.

Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)

Reviewed on March 15, 2003

So very beautiful and poignant.

Reviewed by Tomas Ughdair (Reader)

Reviewed on March 15, 2003

Hi John,
Sad poem,full of memories.
I think the secret is to remember the good times,and look at it from both sides.-Morchuis

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on March 15, 2003

This is like a sword in my heart.....this is a reminder of feelings so fresh in my mind like it happend like yesterday......love is a damn unfare game....
But your write remains beautiful my friend
Love
Tinka

Reviewed by Erica Ivory

Reviewed on March 15, 2003

Ouch.. shame the feeling don't go hen they do.. We have to keep our dream.. even if we lose people who don't believe in them.. Great write John.. Your poetry always make perfect sense to me.

Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie

Reviewed on March 15, 2003

This was so moving, just very touching, she chose wrong!

Reindeer

Reviewed by Trish - The Trickster

Reviewed on March 15, 2003

A wonderful "I remember you" write. Well done ~trish~

Reviewed by Erin Kelly-Moen

Reviewed on March 14, 2003

:) I think...always remember this girl, John, she had some wisdom, as do we all. :) Wonderful piece!

Reviewed by Sally Odgers

Reviewed on March 14, 2003

Quietly charming piece with some lovely lines.

"Confidence to stand on my own" - now that's a gift to treasure.

Sally Odgers.

Reviewed by Bobbi Duffy

Reviewed on March 14, 2003

John, this is heart wrenching. The hussy! You're better off without her.

Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)

Reviewed on March 14, 2003

john, Oh this one draws misty eyes and heart tugs,
"That I hurt you, I know,
I’m sorry. Still, if it is
Any balm for your soul—

I remember you . . .'
I rememeber my first love too.
Peggy

Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)

Reviewed on March 14, 2003

Sweet, John. I still remember my first love too.
~E

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