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FIRST LOVE
Contributed by
robert_edgar_burns
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Thursday, 1st March 2012 @ 06:13:01 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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I remember my first love
Just like it was yesterday.
I was 10 years old and like me
She could play almost everyday.
She had a long and slender neck.
And boy could I make her sing.
But she never would ever fret,
And on her were diamond rings.
I always held her tightly.
And man did she have the curves!
I wrapped her around my fingers,
Together harmony was heard.
My guitar instructor told me
That my name would be up in lights.
If I kept my love tuned up just right
Every day and every night.
I guess he knew what he spoke of,
Because in long bygone days,
He taught many western stars
The tricks of how to play.
Like Gene Autry and Roy Rogers
And my love had belonged to Gene,
Before my very first true love
Became my beauty queen.
But boy did I cry that awful night
That I lost that precious jewel.
She was stolen at night by a burglar.
How could anyone be so cruel?
I will never forget how that made me feel.
Now I hold on even more tight,
To my love now who is quite real,
Who is my last love and delight.
She has a neck I love to kiss
And she also has the curves.
I'm wrapped around her fingers
And the harmony is still often heard.
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Re: FIRST LOVE
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by Butterflyperfect on
Thursday, 1st March 2012 @ 07:47:53 AM AEST
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Just as always, your poems never disappoint. Great write with many feelings being evoked here.
Thank you for sharing, it is always a delight.
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Re: FIRST LOVE
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by Former_Member on
Thursday, 1st March 2012 @ 10:14:45 AM AEST
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Twang
Somewhere out there I can hear her calling your name.
Truly sad when people burglarize, steal, or rob but especially worse when they take something dear to your heart. I don't play guitar but have worked with guitar players, known and know guitar players, have family that play the geetar, and I know how they/you feel. I had to pawn my drums just to survive last summer, so in a way, I feel like I was robbed because I was never able to afford to be able to get them back. A piece of my heart is missing so I feel I can relate to this type of first love.
A love poem of the unique type!!!! Nicely done.
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Tim |
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Re: FIRST LOVE
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by Skippa109 on
Thursday, 1st March 2012 @ 04:01:01 PM AEST
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