My First Real Love

My First Real Love We were in college partying hardy the weekends of lore fun, fun galore there was always kegs of beer and newfound deer that loved to buck any kind of schmuck the music's great head over heels fete balloons fill the passage of horses and carriages we were young and wild with very few moments mild I look back now and smile at my new found fawn's guile she taught me to salute as dear buck shoots we were together in chorus in the deep, deep forest long story short my little fawn had to abort the seeds of destiny and any further ecstasy ... i cried those were the days where college life, falls and lays there goes a fawn, so cute, and blind i cry now as to why she left me behind ... i still cry connie pachecho 2/11/17