ROSE BUDS AND DEW
There among the misty clouds,
In that place of dreams,
Where travelers slip through,
Depths of vision and waver
Then again,
You were, for real, who knew but me and you,
Our first? meeting -
There you were breaking my ♥ heart,
For the first time,
May be even once 💕 hearts ,
Ought to be broken.
All of first gifts are given
From the same cloud
There you are ever first,
To remain in my love,
Steadfast: as dream, reality, better half,
Better still, my first everything that ever matters.
ROSE BUDS AND DEW © gillena cox 2017
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Paul prompts: "Please pen me a poem that speaks in some way of a 'First Time,' one already met or perhaps to come."
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