Constance La France Poet Free verse

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Forever Within My Heart

                              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

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Joanna Daniel April 15, 2017 at 9:02 AM Very poignant and beautiful, Constance:) congratulations on first place win:)

Sara Chansarkar April 14, 2017 at 4:21 PM Poignant and lovel, congrats Broken!

Eve Roper April 13, 2017 at 10:29 PM Constance, congratulations on your win. I want to thank you for entering my contest. You are one of the very few blessed with a lifetime of love that even without him he is still very close to your soul a feeling lasting a lifetime. May you have Blessed weekend… ~*

Frederic Parker March 15, 2017 at 6:38 PM I felt a deep sense of sadness after reading your poem..good luck in the contest

Charlie Smith March 15, 2017 at 1:00 PM I don't think anyone forgets that first love, ever. Not so much a few succeeding ones. Best wishes in the contest, well done Constance...

Jan Allison March 15, 2017 at 12:37 PM A real tearjerker Constance! Good luck in the contest:-):-) hugs Jan xx