It seems so long ago,my first love,but I can still remember the way I craved,
you where like a drug,I so needed,
the reason for my nights and days.
your smell lingered,to tentalise me,
I drank it in,to comfort a while,
watched,peeked from behind the curtain,
waiting for you to arrive.
all I longed for was to be with you,
even just to idly sit and talk,
anything would be a gift,a pleasure,
curled by the fire,or a clinging walk.
I’d count the hours,lose concentration,
as I wrote your name on my desk at school
in a dream, I’d let the world pass me,
yes,I was a love sick fool.
when the home time bell finally sounded,
I excitedly rush, almost in tears?
outside the gates you’d be waiting
and I’d greet you as if it had been years.
silly,puppy,and childish love?
magazine story for the heart to melt?
no,intense addiction,overwhelming.
my heart still recalls the way it felt.
other loves can be good and staid.
with hind sight, we hold back a little,
and this love can last forever,
first love is all consuming, brittle.

This poem was written/submitted by lynne hannah cannon.