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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
© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
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Very intriguing post… Makes the mind wander as to what you are alluring to.
It’s just imagination actually…just the thought of meeting someone one could love in such a way that it sort of wipes away all the past and just is that relationship… 🙂
Magical.
Thanks Ray!! 🙂
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.
Thanks so much, that is so thoughtful! 🙂 🙂
This is so sad… but beautiful sis…. wow!
Thanks Roxi!! 🙂 🙂 xxx
Nah…you don’t want to wish that. You’d have nothing to compare it too and spend the rest of your life wondering.
LOL, you always see from a totally unique perspective! Very wise my friend! 🙂
Helen, this is lovely. I have had this conversation in the past with my sweetheart.
Thanks Ionia, much appreciated!! 🙂 🙂
Wow…beautiful, Sis. 🙂 xxxx
Thanks Skye!! 🙂 xxx
Better to wish it were the first, or to hope it’s the last? 🙂
Interesting question – on reflection, probably the latter would be better! 🙂
So romantic, stunning Helen!
Thank you!! 🙂 🙂
So sweet. We’d all like to forget the toads.
Very true, amnesia of that sort would be useful! Thanks!! 🙂
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 🙂
Thanks so much, I think you are very wise in your approach to this issue! 🙂