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ABOUT MY FIRST LOVE
You keep me mocking,
About my first love,
Belittling the woman,
Whom you don't know.
I know you are jealous,
Of the one before you,
As if she has sinned,
By loving me ere you.
Ask the morning star,
How loving she was,
Even Nature will praise,
So beautiful she was.
Don't revile her or me,
What fault was ours,
We only loved,
And it kept us happy.
She is far away now,
But not apart,
You may try to kill her,
She lives in my heart.
i like this poem
well well well...as the sayin' goes...first love never dies. That was a beautiful poem. I loved it.
~ Hidden Illusion ~
beautiful work .
Jealousy is a tangled and twisted emotion that binds us to inconsistancies, where love becomes a small knot in a string of pearls.