The First Time I Loved
The first time I loved I was blessed in some ways
with almost endless beautiful sunny days
and I walked tall, with my head held high
almost touched the blue clear sky
danced rejoicing in the rain,
kissed her again and again
and thought I would forever her keep
while she was even beautiful in her sleep
and that summer hot did the sun burn
while the days far too fast did turn
but at a time I had to wave those days goodbye
and suddenly lonesome was I.
poem by Gert Strydom
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