Passing Time
by Brenda Poole
What is fist love?
If it doesn't last.
Just a mere tease ...
Of love morsels to be.
Is it absolute love the way
that you make me feel?
First love is so overwhelming...
So explosive, so burning with mere lust...
Every sense of desire is present...
But can one's first love be?
Can it mellow with the passing time...
When joy and sadness can deeply
affect the depths of one's soul.
Can it be so real or can it just suddenly disappear?
Oh, love of mine...
Why, no perfection when all our love
may be nothing ,
but a reflection of one's own desires?
I protest...love can be love ...
First love, why bother to entice me?
Then take thy self from me...
I no longer want your excitement.
I need only the calmness and security
Of your ageless love.
Peace is all that I now crave ...
My true love is as soft as a puppy's kiss...
So my love, come to me.
Passing time only makes me crave you more.
First love, you are still mine!