When First Love Expires
Go tell the young ladies. Go tell the young men.
Those shattered by lost love will find love again.
We recover from passion. Rarely does it kill,
and there’s plenty more of it over the hill.
That queen of your pulse, that king of your heart,
may not be your ending. It may be your start.
Don’t retire with your failure, but once more begin.
Take the leap and try love all over again.
That sweet grass dried up, we harvest as hay.
First love is a beacon that just lights the way
for your next lover—an adequate light
to create a harvest from yesterday’s blight.
Love is a virus that’s hopelessly catching—
a miraculous egg that just goes on hatching.
So do not despair if your first love expires.
Make further use of the lust it inspires.
The prompts for today are beacon, adequate, recover, leap and king.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Yay! You’re (welcome) back poet-ing again! I can finally hang up my reblogging gloves and catch up on my sleep. (wink)
LikeLiked by 2 people
Good advice, Judy!
LikeLiked by 1 person
This is so good. Wish I had seen this all those years ago.
LikeLike
Would we have listened, though?
LikeLike
I love the fact that you use the word – ‘expire’ verses the word ‘end’ to highlight one of the benefits of first love.
LikeLike
That’s sorta how it is at a certain age. Usually bound to expire.
LikeLike
You’re absolutely spot on. Great poem
LikeLiked by 1 person
Hi Sadje. Thanks for the comment…
LikeLiked by 1 person
A pleasure.
LikeLike
Wise words
LikeLike
Hi Judy, this is great, although I can’t personally attest to the accuracy. I’m 48 years married to my first love.
LikeLike
Lovely and true, Judy. Welcome back!
LikeLike
Thanks, Dolly. Gotta get into the swing of things again.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Keep swinging, friend!
LikeLike