'Do you recall first love?'
Do you recall first love?
A fragile perfect flower.
Waiting frightened by the phone
Every second seemed an hour.
Briefly reaching the heights.
Every feeling so intense.
Living heart instead of mind.
Before dying sense by sense.
After the aftermath you walked again.
Past colours less defined.
Through times less condensed.
With new structured careful mind.
I remember my first love.
Anita writ in blood upon my soul.
She left me a broken wiser man.
Conformist confident and bold.
Yet what stirs within my heart.
What light illuminates my dark.
I have found a second first love.
Fire raging from her spark.
More real with my wisdom.
More solid with my collected scars.
More perfect than my wildest dreams.
More beautiful than the stars.
God played her games with me.
Gave me fear and hope to carry.
Gave me aeons of mundanity.
Rewarded patience with Anne-Marie.
Intense and all-consuming.
No logic dilutes this love of ours.
Always and forever baby.
Two fragile perfect flowers.
Mar 2001 Mark Broomhall