The first time I saw his face
his eyes twinkled with merriment
His jaw was strong but not obstinate
his voice kind and gentle
The first time we went out together
he brought me a sweet gift
four handmade bath soaps
cradled in a lovely paper-mache bag
The first time he kissed me
the Earth didn’t move
shooting stars did not fall
but my heart sang with joy
The first time we had an anniversary
he took me away to a lovely place
presented me an engraved bracelet
bearing the year we first met
The first time he went astray
due to circumstance, work and play
I feared my heart would burst
filled with abject loneliness and pain
The last time he went away
as the sun splashed down
dousing it’s rays in a Spring ocean
I remembered all the first times
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 
I can relate to this. We do remember the first times………. and wonder why we stayed.
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Love is blinding, love is deaf and until love is no longer mute; we are unable to see the truth. ❤️
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Very true Ami.
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👍🫶🏽👍
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Beautiful, bitter sweet 🌹🌹
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Thank you Willow! 💜
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A pleasure , 💜🙂
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From happy to sad, you remember everything.
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Yes. Definitely! ❤️
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👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼
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