First Love

The excitement, the mystery, the kiss in the dark
The walk hand in hand through the moonlit park

Holding hands at the dance in the local church hall
And sharing a drink in the shopping mall.

But was this a first love, a love to remember
from that glorious spring time, a mild September?

No. The first love is always the one of today
The earlier loves disappear from the play

of Life's journey. I only know how
You are my first love, the love of my now.

~Lynda Cracknell~