Firsts
Loves
In
the back of so many minds…
Resides
a name forever etched…
A
face of someone long ago…
Which
always smiles…
Or,
seems to know…
A
softer touch…
Which
we will never know…
Times
spent replay often…
In
our minds…
A
kiss which always…
Took
our breath away…
A
warm embrace…
That
steals our hearts away…
Is
there much reality in how…?
We
remember the first love we had…
We
judge all others…
Not
by this reality…
But
the memories…
So
judged…
Do
any have a chance…?
If
not…
Then
why do our memories…
Serve
us so…
Is
there, really a chance to love…?
Like
this again…?
Or,
just the memory…
I
wonder why we parted…?
Is
something so perfect…?
Not
meant to be…?
Yet
all I have…
Is
in my mind…
Until
your better I do find…
Woodsman
Again an
honor Randy…
I love it…
Blackwidow