First Love
I could not let go, I was in love.
She’s not for you they told me,
But I was deaf and perhaps dumb.
I just could not let go.
She sauntered along the street,
Flaunting her new dress and yet
She did not look at me even though
She knew I was watching her every
Curve, her slim figure, her lovely eyes.
Go on, they said. We dare you,
Ask her out, a dinner or a dance.
But I was a daydreamer and dared not.
I would have hated her saying “No”.
Thus the days just rambled by.
Dejected I simply stared and yearned.
Went to places she would frequent,
Knowing she had eyes for all
But she never even glanced at me.
Then something sparked and I crossed
To the other side of the street,
Calling her name. Still dazed
I did not see a car driving straight at me.
The injury was slight, all would be well.
For near my side she sat in anxiety
Hoping we’d be able to talk
And become what I had always hoped:
My very first true beautiful love.
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