The impact of young love and first love
Had left a print in my heart..
And to realize that maybe
My first love could also be my last..

You call me your angel…
But what is that mean?
If this angel have no wings
To take me to places, where you once been

You said you want to forget the memories
Because it only breaks your heart..
But my love…that memories are the one
That save your angels life

This overwhelming sorrows
Had become a daily task..
The not knowing and the hoping
Of seeing you again one day
Is so great in my heart

For thirty five years i have love and miss you..
And i thought that was enough
But no…that isn’t so
Because now i know that i will love and miss you for another thirty five years

If only my heart can stop the time
Then maybe once again your mine
But i know this love that i felt for you
Will some how help me through

The longing and the wanting that lingers
Had led me to the question
Of what could have been…
And a bittersweet agony
Of your angel with no wings..

Poem Written and Submitted by
Lory Fortu Malone
29 June, 2010
Tuesday
11:00 a.m.

This poem was written/submitted by Lory Fortu Malone.