Sue and I use to meet
By the old withered tree
I held her hand
And kissed her cheek
First love
For her
And me
Sadly it did not last
Her curls no longer mine
She came no more
Our trysting place
Alone
I cried
Forlorn
Yes, there were other girls
But curls they had but few
I held them tight
And snuggled up
Sadly
It was
Not Sue
What a neatly stitched tale of yearning....i suppose we all have a 'Sue'...then nobody quite matches up after...but maybe that's why they are so special?
ReplyDeleteJohn, I loved it! Fun to hold a memory of so special a girl at your "trysting place".
ReplyDeleteThis is a sweet little tale. We always remember our first love.
ReplyDeleteThat first (?) love almost seems perfect - curls or something else.
ReplyDeleteSweet. :)
ReplyDeleteHow one really yearns for the wonderful feel of first love! Others that come after are bland and not comparable to the electrifying feel! Wonderful nostalgia old egg!
ReplyDeleteHank
I'm starting to worry about the number of girls who have passed through your arms, Old Egg. You must be exhausted.
ReplyDeleteI wish I had the words back then!
DeleteCurls are good.
ReplyDeleteaww...first love most of the time has a bitter-sweet taste...
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely little poem! Very well put together, very polished. I like it.
ReplyDeleteThe remembrance is sweetly told like a summer song ~ Enjoyed this one ~
ReplyDeleteThere is always something special about a first love....and first love is remembered for a lifetime...
ReplyDeleteA fun rhyme that I take more seriously than surface may suggest, but then, I used to be called Sue.
ReplyDeleteHaha... I don't know what to say. Enjoyed the reading though :-)
ReplyDeleteZQ
Very sweet write--
ReplyDeleteThis first is always special.
ReplyDeleteI agree, Oldegg. Even as they fade away in the background, first loves hold a special place in our memories.
ReplyDeleteAw. I wonder if Sue would write something similar. First loves are truly special. You write so well about yours.
ReplyDeleteOf course, her curls not yours, and never had belonged to you....~ Nice sentiment ...:)x
ReplyDeleteFirst love, clear crisp and sharply recalled, with all ofbthe longing, a first love apps you with.
ReplyDeleteThis is neat, I'm seeing a definite schematic presented, it's the first time i have read this form, what is it
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Much love...
Hello Gillena, thanks for your comment. The form just popped out of my head but I don't claim it's invention as I am sure I have seen it before somewhere. The tryptich of two syllable lines at the end of each verse was to emphasise the sadness felt.
DeleteI like this! I always look forward to see what you've cooked up in that marvelous heart of yours :) You express emotion quite well.
ReplyDeleteFirst love never fades...
ReplyDeleteBut, then not many are blessed to have their first love forever!