First

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pink rosebud (Photo credit: buttersweet)

I wish you were my first love
I wish no others came before
My hand and yours fit like a glove
And so to all the gods implore
Re-write my ancient history
And make my heart unbroken be
For I would start again with thee
As though you were the first

I wish ours was my first true kiss
Such tender touch to trembling skin
There is no greater joy nor bliss
Where I may end and you begin
Erase the tears that fell before
Make this much true and nothing more
And with this key unlock the door
As though you were the first

Β© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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22 Responses to First

  1. Ray says:

    Very intriguing post… Makes the mind wander as to what you are alluring to.

  2. Kirsten says:

    To me this poem is poignantly sad and hopeful at the same time. I’ve often wondered if when we find our soul mate if it doesn’t feel like the “first” of everything when shared with them. If the beauty of true love won’t wipe the negative part of our pasts clean. This is wonderful Helen.

  3. This is so sad… but beautiful sis…. wow!

  4. Brian Hughes says:

    Nah…you don’t want to wish that. You’d have nothing to compare it too and spend the rest of your life wondering.

  5. ioniamartin says:

    Helen, this is lovely. I have had this conversation in the past with my sweetheart.

  6. Skye says:

    Wow…beautiful, Sis. πŸ™‚ xxxx

  7. Better to wish it were the first, or to hope it’s the last? πŸ™‚

  8. So romantic, stunning Helen!

  9. nessa1313 says:

    So sweet. We’d all like to forget the toads.

  10. fibee5 says:

    I don’t think it would be good to erase the past as often we have learned from those harsh pasts. I used to wish this but then i realised that each and every wrong turn was actually leading me to my husband (sorry very soppy sounding) he might not have been my first kiss but he was my first true kiss. love this poem, got me thinking πŸ™‚

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