The First Time

The time I first saw you… I was six years younger

The best sight I had from that makeshift church

I took your words and attached them to you

You, the only one whose voice I heard from the choral

The only figure that excited me, made me feel holy

Then, you shook my spirit…..

The first time I made a perfect guess

And I couldn’t wait to just confirm how right I was, that once…

Then, you had braided your hair;

Exposing your perfectly un-edited cover

Let them rest peacefully on your back

A back that gracefully carried tones of pain

Pain that made me want to love you and not want to hurt you

Pain that in eventuality; made you addicted to me

Then, all your replies in our conversations came in capital letters,

And those letters, explained your unending infliction

Those letters made me feel someone’s pain for the first time

That first time looking at you, I did not only see moist eyes

Probably about to drain a river down your cheeks

I did not see you wondering why I chose you…

I saw someone who would finally understand a troubled me

The first time I saw you was the last time I deeply thought

The time I knew the definition of demotic romance

The last time I ever cast a doubt if we’d make it

Six years later,

The first time I’m completely satisfied having you

The time your attention is totally directed to our future

The time I moved my last piece, in my last game

The first time you bear a heir, adopt my last name

The last time you become comparable…