<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=362349" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>First Loves</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Always our first love <br>is the one we remember most. <br>That love that seemed beyond our grasp <br>and always got away. <br>I remember my first love <br>and all the things I did to woo her. <br>The love letters that took <br>half a dozen envelopes to send, <br>and the things I bought her <br>that were all in vain. <br>We talked to one another <br>and that’s as far as it got, <br>no hugs and kisses there. <br>Then as fast as she entered my life, <br>she was gone from it. <br>I heard a few stories, <br>but never saw her again. <br>She alone has inspired <br>so many writings in my life <br>that I would dearly love to meet her just once again. <br>I have often thought of writing <br>to the old address where she lived, <br>but I know she doesn’t liver there anymore. <br>What happened to her <br>I could never rightly say, <br>for all I know <br>she could live a half a world away. <br>However, wherever she is after forty years <br>I still remember her <br>as if it were yesterday. <br>I guess that’s how some of our first loves go, <br>slipping through our fingers <br>like tiny grains of sand. <br>Leaving us with only memories <br>of what our life might have been.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>16-17 September 2008</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Harris">David Harris</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=362349" data-title="First Loves de David Harris" data-description="Always our first love is the one we remember most. That love that seemed beyond our grasp and always got away. I remember my first love and all the things I did to woo her. The love letters that took half a dozen envelopes to send, and the..."></div> </div> </div>

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