My First Love [Original Poem]

I have missed you
When the trees summer green fell to brown
on the chilled dry ground.
As the winter wind turned August’s warmth inside out,
a childlike passion slowly mellowed as a reserved compassion
and deep reverence took its place.

I have touched you
When my hand lay soft on yours in time borrowed
As morning and evening touch unseen at dawn,
so we have touched.

I have loved you
with devotion to sacrifice the world
for your slightest whim; never to be asked for,
it lingers in the recesses of my soul,
brought to life by the memory of your eyes.

And as the waves cover the sand for a moment
before the undertow,and as they pull away from the beach,
some particles are carried away into the ocean.
I have carried away a part of you.

And so, still alone,
yet I have you within me forever

My First Love [Original Poem]

Jane Neill-Hancock

Wayne, United States

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Artist's Description

I wrote this recently – I would say sometime in 2006, as thoughts of my first real love made me sad and melancholy. I realized in my older age that my immaturity and foolishness has left me alone and miss that special one who would have been the best match for me, who I broke up with to go to what I thought were “greener” pastures. And honestly, he is with me all the time and I often dream of him, as if we are married and together.

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