there were days
when we lived
as if we’d never die
days we were
perfected
among the race
because our love
was the first love
to ever reach
those heights
but we were sixteen
and did not know
that time was a thief
who’d steal our love
and leave us naught
but our memories
.
Beautiful
ReplyDeleteThank you Brittany
Deleteprofound emotional snapshot x
ReplyDeleteThank you Marie
DeleteA sweet poem of innocence!
ReplyDeleteThank you Gloria
DeleteI'm still in love with my first love, the one I had at 16...lol... oh well as you said, I have the memories. Love this. Great piece!
ReplyDeleteWe never forget that magical time - our first love - do we?
DeleteNot ever!!
DeleteI think our first loves influence our future choices. We are always looking for that same feeling.
ReplyDeleteInteresting theory Amanda - they say alcoholics and junkies chase that first high - this could be true of lovers too.
DeleteI think it is true as I have always searched for the same feeling I had when i was 17. I think over the years it all becomes Jaded.
DeleteAfter thought on this:) I also think when we have our first love, we are a new canvas.
DeleteYes Amanda - that's very true
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