
First Love
That frisson of excitement that I once knew so well—
that doubling of my pulse rate that rang me like a bell.
Back when there was no contest over which would win
when impulse clashed with custom. Back when passion was no sin.
The sum of all that feeling sent us crashing into life—
before you were a husband, before I was a wife.
Remember how exciting those first love wanderings were?
Those first stirrings of passion that made us stretch and purr
like felines on that blanket stretched out on the grass?
Our love was a religion and each touch a holy mass.
Our loving was eternal up until the time we parted
and each became a memory of when loving first started.
Wonderfully written stirring emotions from long ago ❤️
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Thanks, Miriam. I guess we all felt pretty much the same way but all felt unique, I’m sure.
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Beautifully stirring
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Thanks, Derrick.
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Oh, yes. You plunged me right back in time. (Thank you.)
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;o)
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Hadn’t thought of those days for a long time!
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;o)
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I remember too, but it does seem a really long time ago. But oh the joy of that first surge of love, when you sing along with love songs on the radio and can’t wait for the evening when work is done and love begins.
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When you thought it would never happen to you. A miracle.
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I enjoyed this, feelings of yesterday called up as if they were brand new. Well done with the prompts also.
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Thanks, Crystal. I’m very glad they struck a chord with you.
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So very beautiful!
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We will never forget our first loves ❤
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