(This was the first poem that I ever wrote somewhere around June of (2000) , sprawled out across my bed in deep contemplation and much reflection of the memory a first love.)
I remember the first time I saw you, you seemed so calm and smoothe.
I remember your eyes, so..... intense.
I remember how my heart fluttered, and how I tried to speak.
I remember feeling so at ease and yet I felt so weak.
I remember all the times we shared, the laughter and the tears.
I remember all the little things, and realizing my deepest fears.
Remember the cold winter, how you let me wear ...