DescriptionRemember what you felt like when you were in love?
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"First Love" He looks at me, intensely As I laugh As I cry. He said this is forever As we live As we die. He kisses me slowly On my lips, cheeks, neck, and chest, attempted lovers lost among life's untimely digress. I never knew that boy who blew that calming symphony, and now that I'm with someone else, he is all I see. we cared for one another like two birds above the sky, but like all parades that march the streets, they play to march right by. That summer changed my childhood, my life, and how it ran, that boy who swam inside my soul, and now that boy's a man. He promissed to build my house of oak, with room to express my art, building a dream upon his love, these birds have flown apart. seven years and how our lives cut off, I sleep in my own bed, I feel the touch of a gentle kiss, from another love instead. I traveled back to that one place, of how I used to be, to find that house built by his hands, and him still loving me. God gave us another thrilling chance, to start all over again, the dream I've had a thousand times, a fate I can amend. So, when I'm old I'll carry on, with what I could have had, the thought of something right for me, but I wont be too sad. For I approved the life I want, and where I want to be, I'm on the porch of my oak house, and he's right here with me. Tara N. Smith©2007