True Love

My first attempt at poetry... circa... age 13 or so

True love comes but once in a lifetime.
The warmest eyes, the sweetest touch.
The one that wants to share your life forever.
You see this One, as he sees you.
No difference.
A friend to stride with for all eternity.
No matter what race or gender,
No prejudice resides.
Do you think that’s irony?
You’re wrong.
That’s love.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Love may seem to fall but one time. But we can be surprised with age and wisdom to re-open the heart to the real emotion of love after trial and error of youth. Your poem is beautiful. I like the description and the ending. A excellent poem.
Coyote