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Frances
I met her when i was 17
In golden summer she stole my breath
Love's symphony did intervene
As innocence suffered sweet death.
She warmed the room
Banished the gloom
Her eyes the darkest fire
My heart could hear a choir
She touched it as she smiled
Romance born from the wild
I clutched it like a child.
I lost her when i was 21
In coldest winter was left to die
I felt the pain but never saw a gun
Awoken from heaven's lullaby.
Then promised to another
Their schemes my dreams would smother.
But true love burns with eternal flame
As does her regret
In life's cruellest game.
Parted by so many years
As lonely rooms share many tears.
My first love never disappears.
poem
by
Kevin East
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