Sweetheart
Your
sweethheart
was the one
with whom delight
did not spark desire.
There's one such, only one.
After innocence has gone
the next one, and the next, lights fire.
Something you can never catch again
is done. But your lost sweetheart lingers on.
Having just come from the Silly blog, methinks there's a theme here.
ReplyDeleteThis is quite lovely as well, FTSE. You're very good at this sort of thing - under your crusty exterior beats a romantic heart. Once I asked MFB to write about his first love, which was quite interesting. P'raps we should write/play a little game of first-love tag?
Deborah . . . I changed one word since you commented. For you to say whether the change improves . . . But, whatever, thank you for the kind comment.
ReplyDeleteWhere/who would play this game? Sound just the thing for FRIDGE SOUP!
Ah, a first love is never forgotten.
ReplyDeleteYes!!! You start!
ReplyDeleteWell, you didn't change sweethheart, for sure.
Perhaps, like laughing, he/she who loves last, loves longest?! So nil desperandum, says I.
ReplyDeleteAhhh Nessa! How true! Trouble is . . . once you get to my age, you can't remember which one WAS first! (Now they'll all jump up and down on me shouting, "You've spoiled it, FTSE!")
ReplyDeleteDeborah . . something became "spark." But when you get to my age, you can't remember what the something was!
Now . . as to this new Fridge Soup game. I think whoever had the most First Loves should start. That let's me out because I didn't have
any.
Doc, tell me, how can anyone have 'the most' first loves? Surely everybody only gets ONE first? From then on it's second, third, fourth etc etc... My first was a dimpled, dark haired rapscallion...mmmmmmm......
ReplyDeleteJ . . . Depends wot you tell them, innit?
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