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A poem of a man's encounter with his first love. |
Through eyes of a stranger, you stare at me Face void of emotion, watching blankly Our gaze is unbroken, I wait patiently Girl... don't you remember me? You're nothing as I pictured you I'd pieced your image in my mind Your lips, your eyes, each tiny feature But it was nothing more than my own design Through my eyes you always were A bird breaking through bars, past its cage So disappointment weighs my heart To see how much you've stayed the same But one single, simple glance Is not enough to validate Each conclusive assumption Or what my tongue cannot articulate Our first encounter, so similar Eyes open, and mouth agape Vocal chords twisted, tangled Still, no words escaped But somehow, you fell in love with me And me, head over heels I had no idea how to talk or act Or how love's supposed to feel But you took my hand and I followed you Down a road I did not know So I quieted my common sense Following into a world of our own I spent the best years of my life Just going down our path Not caring where it would lead Or what'd be brought by its aftermath So I think it's safe to say Where we ended up was not a surprise We were so young and unassuming Of how everything good must have to die I had you, and I'd lost you And that's how my life will stay Our goodbye was abrupt and bitter And a shake-head worthy shame Though you stare at me now as a stranger Years of silence, eroding my memory I've been reduced to a picture in a photo album, A withered token amongst your memoir's debris But forever my heart will bear nothing but thanks You were first to me love, its beginning and its end Showed its tears, its smiles, its kisses, its rewards And the hope that maybe.. it'll find me again |