My First Love Was Really-She Poem by me poet yeps poet

My first love was she

Can an one compare with me
your love was so lucky
to have a poeter in ye


My first loves were
one too many
scared was I
will they my heart steel
or steal

Some were very lovely
some beauty
Queens

I loved each one
like the silver moon
from a vast distance

my mom told me
all lovely girls
are fairies
angels
and
so love them only in
sheer imagination

I never listened to her
and even now @ eighty
lovenever betrays me

anygirl I see
still glares at me
are you really 80
they ask me

Well we can imagine
what you would have been
at 16
when gals fell like autumn leaves
do they do so still
tell me

I love autumn
as it releases fragrance of love
in multi colours
all over the world

where do you stay in Canada
Niagara

then there we all shall come
each one newer generation
still @ 16
more beautifuller
than you may ever have seen

LOVE ME FIRST

okay oldie
your heart is definitely
youngy

dearest ppmeeeeeeeeeeeee
love first me