firstlove

it's still easy to remember

it was
the eve of winter
when we met
gray skies
brisk winds
and you
such a small
and girlish woman
you smiled
at me and
i knew
even before that
first stolen kiss
or that first
awkward night
that
i would love
you

Reviews

[sivan]

beautifully written. The punctuation, or lack there of adds to the simplicity and rawness of first loves.

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. it's an absolutely consuming and mesmerizing feeling that you capture in the simplest yet profoundest of words ... i remember such an "eve" in my life that was much the same ... only it spiraled into something else ... but that's another story ... this, here, is ravishing poetry ...