my love for her
is a dormant virus
I can only hope the same applies to her
that we share the same genetic viral codes
and that soon it will all re activate
and she can infect me with her perfection once again
of course the glass is painted  with rose
but would you be so cruel as to take a lovers hope?
it was 20 years ago and I have enough slack rope
to survive the fall again
the rise with her was meteoric
first love always is
and all the lovers past and since
never cut the splint I need
give support to the broken heart
that yearns
I could never share this secret for first love
with any present lover
so for the deepest cut
here it is
an undying love
for a first love
an addiction to the style of the time
before we all became tainted
by responsibilities
big hair and make up
they never do it that way anymore
I heard the 80s were coming back
and that it may be possible to fall in love, post modern
find a new woman who embraced my world
only problem being I could be her father
and that wont do
for parts of me are missing
or wrinkled
or just plain falling off
and I would not wish to put any nubile thru that
makes me think that she herself will be 40 years old these day's
hard to imagine
I wonder which way you fell
hope it was on the side of beauty
like the best ageing diva
and not some smoke wrinkled gruff
all huff puffing at life
because I recall you as beautiful
and there’s been no one since
that’s just the way it is.