18 marca 2008

f1rst LOve


I fell in love with you
When you were eight, I was eight too
I loved you
But I never ever told you

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Anonimowy pisze...

I think, no matter where you stray,
That I shall go with you a way.
Though you may wander sweeter lands,
You will not soon forget my hands,
Nor yet the way I held my head,
Nor all the tremulous things I said.
You still will see me, small and white
And smiling, in the secret night,
And feel my arms about you when
The day comes fluttering back again.
I think, no matter where you be,
You'll hold me in your memory
And keep my image, there without me,
By telling later loves about me.

But Not Forgotten... by Dorothy Parker

Kasia