Poetry: Thoughts of A First Love
Can anyone forget their first "puppy" love? That is the inspiration for this poem.
Thoughts of A First Love
Tender, new, and shyly true,
our first love boldly calls;
tenuous, but rarely blue,
and nearly free of falls.
From the near past lingers
thoughts of what this love
would be: lifting lonely fingers
toward lovely flight, as a dove.
Out from under our parents' doubt
and control, instant meekness
abounds, little thought out
as we now glide, rosy-cheeked.
Will come the day, we'd asked,
of self-exploration and romance?
Little would we require in task
and test, but look only to enhance.
Worlds tumbled and thundered
as we held hands, changed.
Let us not stumble and blunder
with these new feelings of range.
A first love is blessed, unending;
it never suffers favors of lust,
but blossoms with no mending,
lives forever, beyond, even, ending dust.
That first "puppy" love is all so innocent and wondrous! Remember?
- Poetry: For Unwanted Horses
Poetry for and tribute to the unwanted horses in America are featured in this article. Adoption and rescue efforts on behalf of unwanted horses continues in almost every American state.
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