First Love


So young, so young those many years ago.
Now old and gray he sits and thinks about that day.
He can still feel the breeze
and smell the scent of lilacs in the air.
the day he took her hand and told her he loved her so.
As she admitted feeling the same
he held her tight wishing to never let her go.
Alias first love so sweet seldom passes the test
of time and so it was with theirs.
A broken heart was his reward.
Overtime his heart did heal and a long and lasting love was his.
But every now and then, like today,
his mind will wander to back then.

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