My First Love, didn't last very long
it became an old sad song
that kept on playing along
in those cold  icy winds
Alone with no words
to describe the hurt
when I looked at the setting skies
I just start to cry
while the birds sing lullabies
isn't a bad thing
it is just a sad one in spring
a new starting point in my life
to find my own strength
but my heart will always have this longing
whereas the past is accessible to my progress.

- Judy Emery © 1983
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery