Paul Schneiter Poet Rhyme

First Love

There was a garden of desire
Wherein bloomed my first love.
The thought of it sets me afire.
I sense it was conceived above.

She was young, and so was I.
We were late to love’s lure.
I felt without her I would die.
She felt the same, sweetly pure.

We quickly learned to act out
In embrace, kiss, and, more
The ecstasies on love’s route.
Hence love forever we swore.

But we were spring-garden green,
Too young to flower for years.
Still her memory bears a bright sheen
That lights my fire with rooted tears.

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Dr.Ram Mehta December 30, 2014 at 7:23 AM Lovely memories recollected in tranquility. Happy New Year, Paul Paul Schneiter December 30, 2014 at 12:13 PM Thank you, Dr. Mehta. Your kind words are sincerely appreciated—and valued. I hope you and your loved ones will have a healthy, happy 2015.

Jan Allison December 30, 2014 at 5:25 AM What tender memories of a first love Paul - beautifully penned my friend:-) Hugs Jan xx Jan Allison December 30, 2014 at 12:19 PM I have received such support since i started writing earlier this year Paul - I love reading the work of others that is how I have grown so much in my writing and in my confidence:-) Have a great New year:-) Hugs jan xxx Paul Schneiter December 30, 2014 at 12:15 PM Thank you, Jan. You have a marvelous way of building one's self-esteem. Please know of my gratitude. All the best in 2015.