Forever Within My Heart
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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) . . . .
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March 15, 2017
Free Verse/Forever Within My Heart
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Puppy Love Vs Real Love Contest
Sponsor, Eve Roper
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2017
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