Jane

My First Love

She was there with a face in a captured dream.

The closer I came the more she pulled

with eyes unknown to me.

Deeper in time I heard myself say,

Languishing on beauty's doorstep

I entered the depth of her face.

The insistence of clouds gathered round us.

I know it was her for she hinted that way.

Am I to think this is the beginning of love

or a striking resemblance to illusion?

I returned to her doorstep and pulled her into me,

Her energy informed me that she wanted me.

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

Briana, the Irish lass! Always good to feel the warm of your eyes looking upon my work. Thank you!

[Briana O'Connor]

A beautiful telling of the electric pull that true love brings. I could really feel the emotional impact of the narration. The feelings portrayed were vivid in a way that I could feel the words and imagine the seen. Thank you for sharing and keep up the good work.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I relate and felt this...thinking of my first girlfriend, Cindy....that pull that was just "there"!

it took awhile to realize it...maybe too long.