I remember
First Love
whose recollection
still stirs something
scared
inside me
a decade or two later
I remember those
sleepless nights
and the fear
of loving
and loosing you
and I honestly thought
now would kill me
or at least
had me
permanently institutionalize
or locked up
sobbing
in a rubber-room
I wish love was still
like that
but over the years
of hardship
disappointments
and outright lies
this feeling has
gone
and I fear I might
never feel it again
I am now living
with a woman
10 years younger
Educated
Beautiful and kind
and perhaps
feeling that same
First Love so strong
she fears it will drive her mad
too
I live with her
and feel a connection
or bond, not unlike friendship
but far from first love
In life
we settle for many
mundane
mediocre things
Like work
relations
reheated Tv-dinners
and my alphabet
soup telling
me
"LOVE SHOULD NOT BE ONE OF THEM! "
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Carsten. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks