FIRST LOVE NEVER DIES
Sometimes I seem inclined to feel as weeping, for I know nought where she sleeps, and it's been so long ago that she went away, and I didn't even know for years that she had married, and then to die in childbirth as within her hubby's tears. She became invisible all so soon from the silvered light of the Moon, why she never even heard her newborn's cries, or to hear her own tender sighs, as to hold the baby close unto her bosom so. I felt the magic of romantic feelings at fourteen years, and she said within that loves letter, "I feel the same," through a veil of tears, and that she had a pillow to cry upon, that sweet young vagabond that I still ponder upon, a country girl that would give this heart a thrill within my adolescent dreams, something that still seems so very real within the corridors of flickering candles and shadows of whom I really am. Yes, she was the first love, even though I was still a child, and did not even perceive the rules of a lovers game, as went off to school so far away. I still see her now and on down throughout the ages, as if if the weeping still sleeping bashful beauty lives~~~~~~~. Walt Christian Larsen All Rights Reserved: |