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First Love, honey
Robert Hawkins
That first time you fell in love.
My eyes still see her to this day.
Long blonde-brown hair,
Eyes of a greenish hue.
An incredible mind.
A delicious physique.
The way she would look at me.
With a corner of her mouth turned up.
And a barest show of teeth.
Radiance.
She turned my world for me.
There is that place in my heart,
Where I sometimes retreat.
I keep a mental picture of you.
You will never be sick.
Never grow old.
I would never be without,
Someone I loved.
"Sigh"
If I could tell her something.
I wish I could tell her.
Just how much of my world,
She was to me.
That she was my first love.
I can close my eyes,
And kiss you goodbye.
But for another day.
rlh
note:
the wakeling parrot is
squawking, could be applause. Honey De's coup de grace a kick in the slats
and when down kicks repeatedly.
Honey De bends down to tell me " now that was poetry"
Robert Hawkins has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Robert's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Robert's latest works: