Revelation

Revelation
“The magic of first love is our ignorance that it can ever end” ~ Benjamin Disraeli

It’s said that love has magic powers,
turning minutes into hours,
imbuing each, by fate or chance,
with inner warmth from just a glance.

This gift from long forgotten fates
retains the power to create
a memory of time and place
that time’s abrasion can’t erase.

My life was subtle shades of gray
until first love, like breaking day,
illuminated my dim world
with colors that around me swirled.

I stood in awe at wondrous sights
that had been hidden in the night
of loneliness; what was concealed,
in love’s fresh light was now revealed.

We grow and what was found is lost;
the past’s a gulf that can’t be crossed.
Those precious memories, it seems,
are only found in first love dreams:

I see her smile, in my mind’s eye.
I hear the passion in her sigh.
I smell the fragrance of her hair.
It’s as if I’m standing there.

The pain’s forgotten with the years
and there’s no need to shed more tears.
Those magic moments stay with me -
a promise of what’s yet to be.

Notes
An entry for "Two-in-One Poetry Contest" 
Prompt: First love

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Ken