An unusual take on the idea of "First Love" - written for a contest. |
Ten Loves to One My second love was drawing Cats and dogs and birds with feathers But my first love; it was writing And I thought I’d write forever. My third love, it was playing out With friends around my home Still, my first love – that was writing At my desk sat all alone. My fourth love as I neared my teens, Was clothes and nail varnish But my first love was still writing As my mind began to tarnish. My fifth love came in bottles Labelled ‘Baileys’ and ‘Taboo’ With dancing queens in discotheques Yet words, I still loved you. My sixth love complicated things As men got in the way, Yet when things went wrong I knew That I could write the pain away. My seventh love was music, All those songs etched in my heart! But lyrics are just poems And I loved you from the start. My eighth love was my social group The parties that we had Yet on those quiet, lonely evenings For my stories I was glad. My ninth love bathed in sunshine Was my adored holidays Yet I always took my writing book For company on my stays. My tenth love was a website – Perhaps it is The One? My first love was to write and well, It IS called Writing dot com…… |