My First Love
You have asked me to name my first love
When long ago I carved such thing deep above
Above in the skies where I can see upong the daylight of each passing day
And still you claim this experience is of words to say
But I will anyway for I can't bear the idea of forgetting
The truth is my heart has been calling
for me to write those feelings down
since some time has it begged for a sound
While you blame this thought a beginning
I also blame it an ending
His voice I am not allowed to hear
His lips I will not feel yet do fear
His life in my right hand stood
But this hand had already fooled
Yet still I insisted in believing that before
Before anything failed that such happening could never occur
for so into ourselves we were that it all turned into a blur
a mist that has covered my eyes in fog
and his darling body in a clog
for the earth and life dared swallow
into a place where I am shallow
because more than a wall is in between
the lights can't cast even a beam
I am alive
While he says goodbye
that his time with me is a print on the earth
and this weight upon me is the wish of his rebirth
because I love you,
I remember you,
I apsire to continue
For your distant impossible future
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