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First Love

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First Love

How long would a first love last,
If it was followed by a blast?
And what would it mean,
If we watched it on a screen?
During years of pretending,
It never thought of descending,
And I had to ignore
What was an open door
To an iridescent future, 
When love was a ready picture
Carved in the soul of mine,
That instantly made everything shine,
And that hung above my bed
To remind me of what I’ve shed,
Of what will remain
Always and forever there,
Like a heavy rain
So difficult to bear,
Like a precious diamond,
Impossible to break,
Like when you believe it’s pleasant,
And find the whole world shake.
When I believe
In what I can perceive
As my happiness and my pride,
Putting his highness aside,
Finding a way to survive
In spite of what he can deprive,
Keeping me from looking any further,
Locking me at the centre,
Making me wait
Until it ends
For my own fate
To tell what he defends.
I’d never keep in me,
With my eyes I want to see,
Before I leave this world,
Something new
That won’t fit in a word
And change the dim blue
Into a vermillion bird
That would carry
To the onset of generations,
Messages that are merry,
That are alleviations
Of all the despair
That the world might declare.
If he only knew
In the middle of this crew
Surrounding him for years
Someone has dropped copious tears,
For a pain that only his smile could erase,
Nothing but love I could praise.
Imagine how it feels
When despite all what heals,
What remains is vice
Under an exorbitant price.
What aloud I used to say,
I would stammer today,
After I receive my daily punch
That became as usual as lunch
And what I can still achieve
Is nil with all the grief
That I obtained within my belief.

Jessica J. Hanna
Jan. 06

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