love

artwork by phil burns

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love

first love
is exactly that
the first time ever
anyone has loved
like you do

forget
Romeo and Juliet
Anthony and Cleopatra
even Homer and Marge
this is the real thing

and when it ends
so does the world

last love
is very different
you know
it’s been done before
by you
and everyone else
and
you also know
that when it ends
the world will spin on
with burning indifference

but
it is in its own way
infinitely sadder
because
you are now old enough
to know
that it will never
come again
that you won’t ever
feel your heart
leap and race
out of control
at the touch
the sight
even the thought
of that special someone
the one who will
forever
be your
last love

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7 Responses to love

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  2. Lindsey says:

    Perhaps every new love story has a different flavour but I’m not sure I can ever be certain when the last one comes or if I could ever give up on the thought of the excitement. Your poem is wonderfully whimsical.

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  3. jenne49 says:

    Ah, first love, poignantly captured, the freshness, the totality.
    And then the journey on…
    Thought-provoking and gentle.
    Love that Homer and Marge found their place in the great love stories!

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    • ceayr says:

      Dinna fash, Jenne, next week it’ll be back to blood and mayhem!
      I would have included Popeye, but OO was a bit flighty at times.

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    • Penny L Howe says:

      Love. A fascinating word. Does it adequately express true human emotion without a plethora of added adjectives, adverbs, etc, to further define said feelings. I think not. There is an eternal quality to love, I believe. An essence of forever-ness, if you will. All the more poignant when felt at a distance from the one you love, B. ♡

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      • ceayr says:

        Hi Penny, I should have known that if any poem would draw you back here, it would be this one. What a delight it is to see you, and read your words, as thoughtful as ever. And you are right, as always, love is indifferent to time and distance. B ♡

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