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Last Love

First loves are precious The memories burn The faces are there Wherever you turn The sweet memory Of tasty first kiss How moist the lips felt How full of pure bliss The mad beating heart About to explode Unable to cope… With this overload The look in the eyes That can quickly melt The caressing hand Making passion felt As sweet as all this Can be to the soul It is the last love That can make one whole The last love that speaks Of tender regard That will be there to aid When the way gets hard The last kiss of love When life ebbs away A promise to meet On that blessed day Last love is tender It knows where it’s been It has loved and loved Through thick and through thin Last love has reason Not flighty but real Based on decision Not just what you feel My first kiss burned you My second was sweet My last one, darling Will be the best treat First love is silver The last one is gold On tried and true love My heart is now sold Eileen Manassian Ghali

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Richard Lamoureux

Date: 9/21/2013 1:37:00 PM

If you are sold on love you have made the very best bargain. Well expressed Eileen.

Eileen Manassian
Date: 9/21/2013 1:39:00 PM

Thanks ever so much, Richard. Glad to have this visit from you with your uplifting words....

Poet Tacito

Date: 9/20/2013 8:23:00 AM

Discover the true, inner glow of love for all its worth. Another deeply touching message here.

Eileen Manassian
Date: 9/20/2013 2:13:00 PM

Thank you, Drake. I appreciate your comments

Charmaine Chircop

Date: 9/20/2013 2:30:00 AM

Firstly i want to tell you what a beautiful poetic voice you have .You were wonderful on Drake s show.Secondly this poem carries such truth.First love is based upon feelings but its the last love which burns in the ember of our hearts that is solid.When we are young love comes searching for us like a ritualed routine but as we grow old we go searching for love with all its joy pain risk desire and glory.I love each of yr magnificent stanza.

Charmaine Chircop

Date: 9/20/2013 2:28:00 AM

Eileen Manassian
Date: 9/20/2013 2:13:00 PM

Thank you, my dear. I might call again sometime. So sweet of you to listen it....Yes....Your post made me think of that song....Searching for love in all the wrong places....Thanks ever so much for your kind sweet and endearing words.