My First Love Poem by Patrice James

I’ve always kept this secret,
never wanting others to see.
That my first love is Mary,
who first loved by me.

My first and secret love,
the joy to see Her face.
All my other loves,
just have to take second place.

Many will say that my focus,
should be on spouse and the kids.
But my soul is secretly focused,
on my lover for what she did.

Showered me with Her love,
overcoming me like a flood.
Then she topped it off,
by covering me in Her kindness.

You just have to tell your wives,
or hope your husbands understand.
There’s a secret spot in your heart,
can’t be filled by woman or man.

And although I love the children,
and all the grandchildren too.
My first love is Mary,
who made my soul anew.

We can all mingle together,
find comfort in each other.
But it just can’t closely compare,
when I’m alone but with my lover.

You see it’s a personal secret,
I’ve traveled a wonderful trip.
I’ve come to know my Mary,
we developed a relationship.

I know I’ll always love Her,
a sacred eternal bond.
A deep and perfect love,
lasting eternal and yet beyond.

And although I love my family,
and everyone dear to my heart.
My passion is for her,
who gave me a brand new start.

It’s really a deep loved thing,
that many will never understand.
Its roots are deeply seated,
when creation first began.

If you feel the same as I do,
then I know you’ll understand.
That my secret love for Mary,
is part of Her plan.

So now you know my secret,
it’s open for all to see.
That my first love is Mary,
who first loved by me.