First Love - Poem by Randy McClave
Though your sweetheart now is someone new,
To whom you love and care for, and to be with you,
You buy them gifts and later together you might dine,
But, remember this first, I was your first valentine.
There was the time that you were lonely and alone,
To Cupid and his arrows you were not yet known,
Before his first arrow at your heart was ever aimed,
Your heart, I had already wanted and also claimed.
Before you spoke or knew about the definition of love,
While the angels were still watching you from heaven above,
And before your feelings to a love you had first conversed,
Remember, I was the one that had loved and talked to you first.
When you thought love would never be part of your heart,
That a love never existed, and you had not a counterpart,
The love that you thought you were missing was already there,
I was already loving you, and I was everywhere.
We all were born into life and that is our happy beginning,
Then we all will die from life and that is our tragic ending,
All that we owned or had is from us tragically torn,
Except for love; I loved you from the day that you were born.
Randy L. McClave
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