First Love
Too hastily had been my first attempt
At describing a trifling affair
But with age and maturity came the
Realization that all love is to be honored
For now, I know, that it's all in the remembering
That brings our histories to life
And as we revive those days of old, we'll find,
That our feelings are still the same
As they were back then
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem