Wednesday, 20 May 2015

First love

Do you remember your first love? Of course you do. Mine had red hair. And uncountable freckles on her face. Maybe that is why I still have a weak spot for red haired women.


First Love

With love so sudden and so sweet,
Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower
And stole my heart away complete.
My face turned pale as deadly pale.
My legs refused to walk away,
And when she looked, what could I ail?
My life and all seemed turned to clay.

And then my blood rushed to my face
And took my eyesight quite away,
The trees and bushes round the place
Seemed midnight at noonday.
I could not see a single thing,
Words from my eyes did start –
They spoke as chords do from the string,
And blood burnt round my heart.

Are flowers the winter’s choice?
Is love’s bed always snow?
She seemed to hear my silent voice,
Not love’s appeals to know.
I never saw so sweet a face
As that I stood before.
My heart has left its dwelling-place
And can return no more

4 comments:

  1. Nice poem, very nice.
    Hmmm, Han, red hair and frecles.
    I am sure she was very cute.
    How old were you?

    Mona Lisa

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. She was and I was 11. And whatever that girl did, it looked wonderful to me. O, God was she pretty!

      Thank you for your comment, Mona Lisa,

      Han

      Delete
  2. Awww...what a sweet memory Han...was your first love Irish? Thank you for sharing this beautiful and sweet poem.

    Hugs and blessings...Cat

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Her parents were Irish and so was she I suppose, although she live all of her life in the Nether lands. But I still remember her face like I did see her yesterday.

      First love. Ah.

      Han

      Delete

Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...