First Love Years have torn and stretched And changed the child Who loved him years ago At seventeen In innocence, In ignorance When once she thought Time will burn this love from me. Others stronger brighter will come To dim with laughter this first love They said, when he left her Although she cried, they said He's just the first of many from which to choose The perfect one. And others came, to dance To laugh, to give her Children to consume her To make her smile and despair Still she waits, and silently in dreams The first returns to whisper Gently in her hair. © 1984 J.L.Stanley |
