SHE COMES TO ME.

The elder poet

She comes to me when I'm alone .

Her memories here it's never gone .

Pretty girl in blue jeans .Halter top and mood rings .

She was my first love . But not my last love .

But you are the only love that keeps coming back to me.

You have a smile that could melt my heart .

For some reaason we had to part .

But whenever you come to me .

You're in the skirt above the knee .

White blouse that you loved to wear .

Running fingers through your long red hair .

I'm so glad you come to me .

Even in a memory . For when you come for just a while .

You're always sure to bring a smile. 

  • Author: The elder poet (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 8th, 2021 10:29
  • Comment from author about the poem: We never forget our first love .
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 26
  • User favorite of this poem: Accidental Poet.
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Comments2

  • Accidental Poet

    You say she's your first love, but not your last. From what I see here, trust me friend for I'm much the same as you, she'll be your last too. Love has chosen you for this love. 🌹

    • The elder poet

      I still think of her often. And we are still friends. I met this lady about 50 years ago.Thank you for reading and commenting .

      • Accidental Poet

        And I met mine 54 years ago. But mine left town for Los Angeles, California in 1971 only 4 years after I fell in love with her. I've written many poems for her and have posted here. Damn, I miss her.

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      • L. B. Mek

        reads, like lyrics to a poignant
        country musing song
        thanks for sharing

        • The elder poet

          Thank you for your comment. I do have a friend that is working on a song of one of my other poems. You have a good day .



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