{"id":1029,"date":"2016-05-23T00:39:21","date_gmt":"2016-05-23T05:39:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.poemsforpatti.com\/love\/?p=1029"},"modified":"2016-05-23T00:39:21","modified_gmt":"2016-05-23T05:39:21","slug":"when-first-love","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.poemsforpatti.com\/love\/2016\/05\/23\/when-first-love\/","title":{"rendered":"When First Love"},"content":{"rendered":"

If I could stretch the length of a night I would for you, <\/span><\/p>\n

To stretch the night would mean stretching day time too, <\/span><\/p>\n

A second in time added numerous times equals a bit more, <\/span><\/p>\n

As the hourglass of eternity flows its but sand on the floor, <\/span><\/p>\n

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Sand is but dirt to some while to others it’s precious time, <\/span><\/p>\n

For me the sands of time are particles of gold in a rhyme, <\/span><\/p>\n

Used as an expression of my need to lengthen my life, <\/span><\/p>\n

If only a minute times ten I’d happily use it with my wife, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Have you seen her this woman of six decades plus five, <\/span><\/p>\n

Time as used here has passed her by to keep youth alive, <\/span><\/p>\n

I falter in her presence to become weak as when first love, <\/span><\/p>\n

Each day of her beauty gives pause in time to ponder of, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Yet “when first love” burns freely igniting my heart aflame, <\/span><\/p>\n

The start of true love with such passion is still felt the same, <\/span><\/p>\n

When I look into her beautiful eyes I see our Maker’s hand, <\/span><\/p>\n

Her eyes seem of perfect crystallized glass of colored strand, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Colored gases of space that fill our universe with tinted glow,<\/span><\/p>\n

As each color unites to create her hazel eyes that I love so, <\/span><\/p>\n

I again fall so deeply in love with her I must gush to all I see, <\/span><\/p>\n

The miracle of this rhyme of His hand is that she loves me. <\/span><\/p>\n

The end, by Pat for Patti, I love you baby.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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