The first time you wrote,
A comment for me,
I could hardly know,
What this would grow to be
The first time we emailed
Privately, of course,
My heart soared and sailed
And you were the source
The first time we texted
More instantaneous now,
The fens to be excepted,
Where 3G is a sow
The first time we spoke
Your beautiful voice,
Took my breath away,
Made me rejoice
The first time we skyped
And I saw your face,
My heart it did flutter,
At your angelic grace
The first time we met,
In the physical world,
Everything shifted,
As my soul unfurled
The first time we kissed
And sizzling sparks flew,
Our lips they touched,
And our love grew
The first time we made …
Such intimate joy,
From the heavens above,
Just a girl and a boy
And all of these firsts,
Led to seconds and thirds,
An infinity of ecstasies,
That you bring unto me.
The ultimate love,
United and free,
Together always,
Is what we shall be.
Truly a lovely poem
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Thank you so much, Pam. That means a lot coming from a poet with such consummate skill as you.
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Lovely.
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Thank you, John. Much appreciated. There is something about firsts, that lead more firsts and to seconds and thirds and…
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and forevers
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