First Love
First love is often called puppy love
Or maybe we find true love that lasts
We tend to follow our heart's command
And it offers no forecasts
Sighs of pure joy filled my young heart
When we met on that bridge long ago
Your voice sublime caressed my ears
My heart knew then I would love you so
There were days of joy and some with tears
And the heartaches that loving one can bring
But endearments flowed from mutual happiness
Your love always made my heart sing
Supporting me in whatever I yearned for
You made me blossom when I was shy
Though I was with you when you breathed your last
We never had the chance to say good-bye
During all those years together
Many hopes and dreams came true
Thousands of things I don't remember
As clearly as my love for you
Echoes reaching out through the years
Your sweetness lost did not depart
Our love still blossoms somewhere deep
In the hidden recesses of my heart
Kathleen McCoy Eldridge©
June 24, 2006
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