First Love
At first, what I thought was love had a smiling, gentle face.
All too soon it hemorrhaged like blood flowing through lace.
This life blood flowed from my heart; then drowned my mind,
Leaving only debris of stark loneliness behind.
Romance was torn asunder as I now try to recall
If what, at first, seemed a wonder was anything at all.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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