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