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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The first time I saw George, I was a young girl and cupid shot his arrow in my heart- His motorcycle was black and silver and he was a Golden God. My brothers introduced me and he touched my flowing hair- saying beautiful . . . I followed him around a lovesick puppy and he would just smile at my adoring worship, oh his voice, his eyes . . . daydreams, night dreams, fantasies of first kisses, marriage, kids. But, oh life can be cruel . . . he was not only a motorcycle God, but a Canadian soldier -(more fantasy dreams!) and was leaving on a UN Peacekeeping Mission to Afghanistan. I was heartbroken . . . even though our love was all one-sided (he thought me a child). (the drums of time rolled) I grew up, a young woman- and when my eyes first saw Michael, I fell in unconditional love, I actually hurt inside, his kisses exciting- he was romantic, handsome, and I was intoxicated, euphoric, oh, he was smooth talking brooding and deep could be funny too this was REAL love, a love with true passion, desire, yearning returned . . . I heard that George had been killed, in Afghanistan- I remember the day I heard, ( it was a bright sunny azure day) my heart swelled in an ocean of tears, I screamed and cried his name . . . (this object of my puppy love) . . . I went to visit his grave and was lost in a sea of headstones. Hidden birds sang sweetly from drooping trees . . . and flowers hung their heads in sorrow- People assume that in Peacekeeping missions there are no dead, they are wrong . . . the graves do not lie. And puppy love can leave a scar on the soul . . . and it did, I keep George in a small corner of my heart- and often the sweetness of childhood, dregs up this sorrow, of his kind words to a lovesick girl . . . (his hand on my hair) . . . . ________________________ March 15, 2017 Free Verse/Forever Within My Heart Copyright Protected, ID 884586 Puppy Love Vs Real Love Contest Sponsor, Eve Roper First Place
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