First Love

FIRST LOVE Never speak of first love in the past tense For the depth of a first love is eternal, ever present To place it into the recession of our memories Is to negate the essence of what is pure, beautiful...everlasting Is to deny the existence of infinity........ It's like caging our feelings Unlike the caged bird that wants nothing but the freedom of the sky We become caged souls, cowards, timid beings corrupted by conventionality To speak of first love in the present tense is like liberating our most sublime discovery Let's give wings to our inner most sentiments..... and by this act transform ourselves …..And become whole before the dawn of the forever present. Bella Vista, AR April 2, 2016