First love is like playing with fire:
Aglow with pain and glory.
Tell me, my dear first love,
Whether I'm burned into your heart.
The fire in your body,
The glory of your touch:
Ah! my dear first love,
Never, never leave my heart!
Although the fire is distant,
The pain is always near.
My dear first love, please listen:
I hold you in my heart.
- Author: sammy4ever1995 ( Offline)
- Published: October 17th, 2011 09:09
- Category: Love
- Views: 27
- Users favorite of this poem: sammy4ever1995, Cheeky Missy
Comments1
Excellent tribute to romantic love and that precious first love! Romantic love is forever like playing with fire, volatile, exciting, burning the hapless participants if it cannot consume them both in its passion's fury. Great imagery conveying the reality rather poignantly.
thanx alot
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