So incredible to have a love like this,
how lucky am I, some others despise,
I knew what I wanted, because it wanted me,
I could tell precisely when you caught my eye,
one's initial spark so precise in the choosing,
a fire spreads in me, winning or losing,
it'll it burn, and it'll burn till my heart is but ash,
first loves single spark, a thing of the past.
Author notes
A slightly metaphoric poem, speaking of first true love ^.^ enjoy... perhaps?
anything at all?
Comments
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Wow. That was absolutely beautiful. The imagery and emotion were phenomenal. Great job.
Write on.
~*~SP~*~
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I love it.
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