WHO RECALLS THEIR FIRST LOVE?
FIRST LOVE My first self died in early youth: not cut down in War's mad clamour, nor yet blown away like an autumn leaf by fell disease. But rather, perishing in the flames of First Love's furnace, and a new being awakening from the ashes of my first self. First Love was a raging sea, engulfing the shore of my being. First Love was an army, besieging the citadel of my youthful heart. Stone by stone she slighted the keep of my boyhood's heart. Hers was the hand which slew me: the hand that raised... Sign in to see full entry.