Linda Harnett

First Love - Poem by Linda Harnett

It happened then,
The tenth of June,
I recall now,
They played our tune,
It takes me back,
The day we met,
Love at first sight,
You don’t forget,
I heard your voice,
It’s with me now,
And it was raining,
Yes, and how,
I fell for you,
Right there and then,
I’m sweet sixteen,
And never kissed,
So this is what,
They say I’ve missed,
You’re in a band,
And sing the blues,
I never thought,
My heart I’d lose,
You’re just a lad,
Of seventeen,
The brownest eyes,
I’d ever seen,
And tall and dark,
And truly handsome,
You play guitar,
There’s no one dancing,
You look at me,
I walk on air,
I’m in the crowd,
You find me there,
My thoughts are racing,
Heart is too,
Why do I feel,
So scared of you,
I’m happy, yes,
I’m crying too,
And laughing,
Holding on to you,
Senses reeling,
Falling fast,
It’s such a shame……..

It didn’t last.

Comments about First Love by Linda Harnett

  • Rookie Dave De Haas (6/9/2005 2:52:00 AM)

    you write like an angle.

    all your poems seem to flow and touch me every time i read another.
    you should have your own book. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 120 Points Andrew Jones (1/17/2005 10:30:00 PM)

    Nice work, I liked this a lot. Very true and to the point. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 21, 2004

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