First love

Most if not all of my stuff is free verse......

I wonder if you think of me...
your face a distant memory.
your hands strumming your guitar...
your smile melts me from afar.

and we were children we were young..
so tragic and so beautiful..
so sweet my love and so fun...
oh we were wonderful.

and though we are to be apart
my love I will remember you
a place for you in my heart
for forever and always you can\'t undo