I had loved once for the first time
But that error it was all mine,
I thought I had heard the bells chime
But what I had heard was just a deadline,
I was told I wasn’t a young person anymore
They said that my life it was passing me by,
My heart and soul I needed to restore
And of course alone, I did not want to die.
I had the choice between love and hate
Choosing one or the other to dwell in my heart
Joy and happiness I decided would be my fate
Hate and loneliness I would not be a part
I then experienced loved at first sight
But that too was so very long ago,
It had brought me joy and also delight
Cupid indeed had shot me with his bow,
Everywhere I looked I saw love and devotion
I was happy as love it became my appetite,
Then I found out that love was just a notion
Never again will I fall in love at first site.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem