Ode To First Love

Ode To First Love

A Poem by David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)
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That inexplicable first stirring

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I used to see you every day
From a distance
A subtle wave, a fleeting smile
From afar…
My heart would quicken
At every instance
And all the while
T’was from afar…

You were that sublime
unreachable ideal…
That all young lads
Must suffer through…
I often wonder
If it was…
At all the same
With you…

Did you wait and wish
To see my face
Did your breath quicken
At my shy, sly side-wise look…
Did your cheeks glow warm
Did your heart start to race
Did your breast seem to ache
With every breath you took

We’ll ne’er know
You and I
Twas ne’er meant
Our love to find
We  only met and loved
From a distance
Our kisses and caresses
Only in my mind

A bittersweet time
In every young lad’s life
A subtle wave…a fleeting smile
A heart bereft in sorrow
This time will pass
Yet live forever
First love, first broken heart
First tear filled tomorrow

And in my mind
I’ll  always wonder where you are
The one who gave
That subtle wave…
That fleeting smile

…That first love from afar…
 

© 2015 David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)


Author's Note

David O Whalen  (O Haolin in Celtic)
You've all been there! (and if not you should have)

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I believe the memory of our first love is infused within us...heart and soul. Its just a memory that refuses to fade, no matter the distance, or time. We will always wonder, as our heart rewinds the years. You've penned the emotion well, David!

Posted 9 Years Ago


I had a bag full of them, David. Too shy to approach them, but worshipped from afar. Now I think, God, their whole lives have been spent, and they're now 70 years old - if they survived at all. I wonder, too, if they remember me...

Posted 9 Years Ago


certainly I've been there...I was ten years old...

Posted 9 Years Ago


i had this...my first love , my first real crush...judy fracaro in grade school...god, i loved her...but she never even knew i liked her...i thought she would have just laughed at me...thought she was way too good for me and maybe uppity...but in reality...she was sweet and down to earth...

we had a grade school reunion some years back...and i went, so wanting to tell her about that crush...but found out that a few months before the reunion, she died of cancer...always did wonder if she ever thought of me...
i like the scenarios you create with your writings.

Posted 9 Years Ago



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David O Whalen  (O Haolin in Celtic)
David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)

Las Vegas, NV



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Born in Kentucky, teen years in Loveland Ohio, old in age, young in mind, I'm not human, I don't believe in religion, love. faith or trust, I do believe in: lil' kids, ol' dogs, leprechauns, and water.. more..

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