In love for the first time.
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In love, it took fifty-five years.
Four years ago I fell in love
With a beauty sweet and fair.
She was all my life as we danced
And whirled to music at the fair.
She was the first true love
I’d ever had that was real
And we laughed and talked
And caressed and walked.
She looked like Joan Baez
And her voice was soft and clear.
Took me to places I didn’t
know where fire was in the air.
All the other women had been
Lonely stop gaps.
As I waited for her to come
I’d walked the world alone.
I held her as she held me
And whispered sounds of love.
She was Glaswegian
And was my holy dove.
The mind she used was a mighty thing.
We talked throughout the night
we thought we’d last forever
but it didn’t come to be.
All the women who’d gone before,
I realised were childlike imitations
Of what love could be.
She opened up my mind and my eyes could see.
But she noticed my mind was held by
The thinest of threads like spiders webs.
And she saw right through my insanity.
And decided with tears this can’t be.
I couldn’t help my mindless mind
floating about a son so kind.
So it broke and twisted and slashed
my head, transference took me from her bed.
I don’t blame her for her self protection
It left me broken and without.
But all she said was true I’m on that
crumbling ledge, and the little it takes to push
me tumbling from that edge.
So now my hearts still broken
I don’t need anyone else.
Ive tasted for that short time
The measure of true love.
I’ve been brutalised and crucified
And lost the mightiest thing called love.
And love I feel when I think of that beautiful dove.
All gone to waste because my mind broke beyond repair.
I’ll never find another who’s mind
Shone so bright and I could talk to
Throughout the darkest night
I guess I’ll always miss her flight.
The mind, the conversation, the sensuality.
I’d like to take myself back to that cruel sea.
Because I’m broken and have no desire
for an imitation of Laura and all she was to me.
Nor should you go for an imitation!
These are great lines:
But she noticed my mind was held by
The thinnest of threads like spiders webs.
And she saw right through my insanity.
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Love – that feeling of suspended peaceful emptiness which, when it is time, we must let go of because we love.
I sense we are on the same page in much, it heartens me.