FIRST LOVE
By mike_fitzgerald
Sun, 12 Sep 2004
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FIRST LOVE
Still there, still now
I can't quite hold
The image of your face
But that feeling of autumn
The leaves
That sweet decay
The smell of glorious misery
The season of love
The unbearable need
Twisted guts
And hammer blows
Of random encounter
I was so old
For a young boy
Who's heart now
Carries such a hole?
Through the Borders
I cycled forty miles
To glimpse you
Or perhaps for you
To glimpse me
A thousand scenarios
Happened that day
And still do
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