It was in the Fall
When my heart
Dropped off a clift
My salvation-
Was my soul that saw
All of this before...
Lovers past-
Why it did not last
My heart has always
Been kind-
Back then...
I carried anger
As an extra treat
It was my defense
Acting like a child
When I did not get
What I wanted... ..
My first Love
Blind love to remember
of the first, but not
linger..eyes open wide
Lady Vivian
Reviewed by Christine Volkoff (Reader)
Reviewed on September 26, 2012
At the risk of repeating myself, I have to say that you have this incredible knack for saying a huge amount in very few words! This says so much, in ways that we all can identify with...true art :)
Our pasts are often remembered more vividly and with deeper emotion then our present but love is still, even unrecoprocated love, is indeed something to remember.
fee
Sometimes what we love and desire does not love us back.
I was madly in love with my 5th grade teacher Mr. Knox
He was my first love crush, but what does a child know
of adult love :) I was crushed and unhappy because he
didn't choose me as one of the singers in the choir lol
If he could only here me now :)
I am pretty good!
And of course what I thought the first time was a first
love turned out to be a disappointment and hurt as an
adult... se la vie
The deep-dive literary meditations presented as stories, poems, and essays in The American Poet Who Went Home Again, A Mosaic of My Soul at Work, have captivated and inspired readers ever since its first paperback publication in 2008.
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of the first, but not
linger..eyes open wide
Lady Vivian
fee
Love ya!
Jane
An excellent write of first love.
My first love I watched from my bedroom window as they drove by.
He had just married my best friend.
Lady Mary Ann
budd
I was madly in love with my 5th grade teacher Mr. Knox
He was my first love crush, but what does a child know
of adult love :) I was crushed and unhappy because he
didn't choose me as one of the singers in the choir lol
If he could only here me now :)
I am pretty good!
And of course what I thought the first time was a first
love turned out to be a disappointment and hurt as an
adult... se la vie
Wonderful write Deborah and lovely paining :)
Love and Light
Lily