First Lost Love

There was a girl
Who stole my heart from me.
Lulled by her charms;
She was my fantasy.

In the moonlight
We let our passions burn.
Yes we were right;
We both taught and, we learned.

Then came, the fateful day I feared;
Her note, wrought my face fully teared.

Now my soul wanes,
Shattered by her good bye.
In this dark room,
All I can do is cry.


by Rodney Alan Crater
Copyright ©2007 Rodney Alan Crater