The First Time I Loved Poem by Gert Strydom

The first time I loved I was blessed in some ways
with almost endless beautiful sunny days

and I walked tall, with my head held high
almost touched the blue clear sky

danced rejoicing in the rain,
kissed her again and again

and thought I would forever her keep
while she was even beautiful in her sleep

and that summer hot did the sun burn
while the days far too fast did turn

but at a time I had to wave those days goodbye
and suddenly lonesome was I.