When I left home for happiness,
my mother thought me mad.
Preferred me being sad.
I had no right to happiness;
love never made her glad.
When I said marriage gave me hell,
my mother said, be true!
Then started to pooh-pooh
my true love’s love – it was a spell!
(My wife, she’d tell, I knew.)
When my first love returned to me,
my mother stirred a storm.
She feared that female form,
with soul, I’d shared eternally,
my frozen heart she’d warm!
When I left home, my wife freaked out.
My mother tried her best,
but, in the end, confessed:
“About this girl, there is no doubt,
he always was obsessed.”
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: True tale: my first love and I were lovers from age 15 years to age 20. A cruel combination of factors split us up... 32 years on we find each other. (both married to other people, both with children) We leave them and get back together - against all the odds and opposition - and of course, many enemies were made and many unsuspecting friends turned up to support us! In the end, true love conquered, and now we are looking forward to growing old together. To follow your heart costs, but it's worth it!
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Comments1
When love won't let go, it's best to follow your heart, Kevin. No matter where it leads. 😉
Thanks AP. Appreciate your feedback and support 🙏
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