First Love
I went on my first date when I was fourteen. God, I felt grown up, especially as my parents didn’t approve. I think that’s what added to the excitement. For the next few years, I had quite a flourishing dating career, (no, I wasn’t a hooker, I just dated a lot.) However, unlike most of my friends, I waited until I was seventeen for that magic moment. You know the one I mean!!! (Oh, yes you do!) To be honest with you, I wasn’t all that impressed, but I never told him that. I thought, is that all there is too it? How disappointing! I didn’t know what all the fuss was about. You will be happy to know, that things did get better for me when I met someone who knew what he was doing, and made me feel special. By then, I’d learned a thing or two, myself. We weren’t together for very long, but, oh boy, it was everything while it lasted! This poem is for the first man to make me feel like a woman. Part of me still loves you, and always will. It would be indiscreet for me to name him, (and embarrassing as hell, too) but you know who you are. Thanks for the memory.
First Love.
By Amanda Jay Clark.
First love, you were
forbidden,
Though secretly, we met.
You changed me from girl into woman,
Something I’ll never forget.
Our parents never understood,
They tried to keep us apart.
But the one thing they never counted on,
Was the strength of a teenage heart.
We lived every stolen moment,
In secret, hidden from view.
You as much in love with me,
As I was in love with you.
We thought that we’d last for ever,
That happiness was ours for the taking.
That all our problems would be solved,
By none stop love making.
As we grew we came to realise,
There was more to life than romance,
And we left each other the moment,
Someone else gave us the chance.
The funny thing is, looking back,
Our parents were probably right.
We shouldn’t have spent all our young days,
Love-making all through the night.
I think of you from time to time,
And recall those happy days,
But I don’t miss you now like I used to,
Not in so many ways.
I wonder where you are now,
And I hope that you are content.
I hope your as happy as I am,
After everything we meant.
First Love, is protected by copyright, and remains the property of the author, Amanda Jay Clark.