My First Love – a NON ENTRY.
At the Palace ‘Herrenchiemsee’ I first met her
in summertime when she was on her own.
Although ‘twas long ago, I’ll not forget her -
we strolled around the gardens hand-in-hand and quite alone.
I photographed her seated by the fountains
which represent the mounted goddess Fame.
Together, in the high Bavarian mountains,
we visited King Ludwig’s Chateau, ‘Linderhof’ by name.
‘Twas by the marble Venus Temple there
she gave her love to me; I gave her mine.
As a pair we lived together through that year,
exploring ‘Hohenschwangau’ and the Castle ‘Neuschwanstein’.
But happy holidays must have their ends -
so she returned to university.
We vowed that we would always be good friends.
although my kiwi home is distant, far from Germany.
By February’s end we were apart
though we conversed a few times when on line.
She’ll always have a place within my heart -
for, of all others, she remains my first true Valentine.
She married someone else and that’s the last I heard from Ruth
but can’t forget those castles or that summer of our youth.
Hugh Wyles, February 2008.
At the Palace ‘Herrenchiemsee’ I first met her
in summertime when she was on her own.
Although ‘twas long ago, I’ll not forget her -
we strolled around the gardens hand-in-hand and quite alone.
I photographed her seated by the fountains
which represent the mounted goddess Fame.
Together, in the high Bavarian mountains,
we visited King Ludwig’s Chateau, ‘Linderhof’ by name.
‘Twas by the marble Venus Temple there
she gave her love to me; I gave her mine.
As a pair we lived together through that year,
exploring ‘Hohenschwangau’ and the Castle ‘Neuschwanstein’.
But happy holidays must have their ends -
so she returned to university.
We vowed that we would always be good friends.
although my kiwi home is distant, far from Germany.
By February’s end we were apart
though we conversed a few times when on line.
She’ll always have a place within my heart -
for, of all others, she remains my first true Valentine.
She married someone else and that’s the last I heard from Ruth
but can’t forget those castles or that summer of our youth.
Hugh Wyles, February 2008.
Author notes
Although to someone else she's wed
and, from my life has passed away,
our union of heart and head
which might to other paths have led
is now but memory instead
each year on Valentine's Day.
In a list
A contest entry
- Contest #28 FOR HUGH WYLES FAVORITES ONLY! by huguenauties.
3500 points, ended February 16, 2008, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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This photo seems like it could have been taken yesterday! You certainly have excellent taste in beautiful women, inside and out! The years have also been kind to you. You're a sweetie with charm through and through. Your life's been filled with blessings and pain. Your heart is always in the right place, time and time again! Love to read of past loves, and your youthful history.
Hugs, Shana XOXO

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very beautiful.. and sad...


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This is very beautiful hugh. Is it a true story and who is the pretty girl in the pic by the fountain? Enquiring minds want to know....Much Love, Mary
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These are wonderful memories to have Hugh, adventure with a beautiful woman who loved you, even if it was not to last. "Thanks for the memories", seems to be the mood of this poem, it is not sad to me.


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Dear Hugh,
Beautiful memories you have...how lucky you were to find each other and have that special time together in an almost surreal atmosphere! Lovely poem, very romantic, perfect for Valentine's day!
Love and hugs,
Maureen


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When on line? When was this?
She's a nice looking lady, and the background, is that one of the castles?...we have nothing like that in Maine, not even close...it reminds me just how young America is...
We all have those "What might have been" questions about relationships...mine now tend to be, "How fat might she now be?" or "I wonder if she'd have poisoned me?" It helps me get through the sadness, lol.
I enjoyed it, not only for the wistfulness but for the story itself, which was enjoyable from a reader's standpoint.

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Wonderful
Very beautiful Babe. I wonder if age has been kind to her and she's just as beautiful now. I can imagine she would be. A lovely written poem my dear Friend.
Love Hine.


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Dear Hugh, AHHHH she is very beautiful. The Castle in the background looks wonderful too.
A great poem my dear.
Love Jen.


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Dear Hugh,
I remember you telling me about Ruth being your first love and visiting the wonderful Castles. She certainly looks very beautiful.
Beautiful poem my friend.
Love Bea.




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Hard to forget our first love. Even though our heart finds warmth with someone else, that feeling we had when we found out deep love for the first time will always stay.
LOvely poem dad
Besos de tu hija Mari

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I think just about all of us remember our first love, not the youthful puppylove of adolescence but the one that we knew was true love, even if it didn't last very long... or remains hidden in our heart of hearts to this day.
Your poem is a pleasure, yours to live and mine to read about, Hugh. Fortunatly we both seem to have partners who can take it in stride and not fault us for certain memories
Dee


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