Wow, between your lovely photograph and your carefully chosen words you bring this tale all to life. Remembering what once was and acknowledging what is today, just wonderful....
This poem is like time travel, it took me back to memories of a young love unfulfilled, felt at the wrong time, leaving imprints of sadness and longing. "First love never dies."
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
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Be always safe,
Karen
Romantic ritual
Dancing down the brittle yearbook pages
Ah, those were the days. Or were they?
Great last line, Bill. -gene.
This poem is like time travel, it took me back to memories of a young love unfulfilled, felt at the wrong time, leaving imprints of sadness and longing. "First love never dies."
Cynthia