Love

Firsts, Lovers, and Loves

Alphabet Ravine17 Comments

I gave you compliments like flowers,
poured my attention on you like frankincense and myrrh,
stayed in your eyes like they were worth more than your crimes and awkwardness combined-
I chose you, and I made you mine.

So though I never loved you, I loved you first.
You returned the favor like it’d been a double portion.
And when I served my “Not now,” you gave a “Goodbye,” saying they
would love you. But your first lover was I-

I, the first soul you knew as though it were a name-
You cared and respected like an arctic haven, desert spring.
I’d been given flowers like you gave me time,
but while I was your first to love you,
you were mine.

17 thoughts on “Firsts, Lovers, and Loves”

      • You are welcome, Alphabet Ravine. I know more people feel this way about your poems. I have read the comments and had to add mine. You are deserving of all this praise. Keep going forward.

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      • Thank you! I’d been on a hiatus the past two years, due to the pandemic, etc.! But I’m in a really healthy place now to be able to work on building my readership back up, writing again, and figuring out next publication steps. I’m grateful for all those who are rejoining my journey or joining for the first time!

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