Her First Love
She stares out the window wondering if he thinks of her
She often thinks of him
She wonders where he is
what he is doing
is he happy....
Her first love
He often comes to haunt her in dreams and when she wakes
soft memories enfold her
she thinks of how it was
innocence
purity....
Her first love
Little things remind her of him, it takes her back
to when everything was rosy
the sun always shone
happiness
blissfulness....
Her first love
Those times are passed, never to return again
Age has wearied her beauty
But the love remains
In memories
Bittersweet....
Her first love
© Noelene Kuzman
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