First love or last

First love or last

 

Held in loving embrace,

Longing for just a taste.

 

Simple words that mean so much,

A glance is all it takes.

 

How heavy is the heart,

When it dreams of things not tasted.

 

Think of the moment,

When love first feels.

 

When the heart races,

Shaking hands touch.

 

When lips first feel,

The rush of another’s breath.

 

When the heart sees love for the first time,

Or the last.

 

First love or last love,

The rush of tears and heartfelt pangs.

 

I tell you now…

Its always the same.