FIRST LOVE
A sonnet by Victor Hudson ©2018
Painting: "Fresh" by Emile Munier
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Behold the innocence of youth:
A substance of a purest kind,
A holy grail, a sacred truth,
An essence of a human mind.
Whilst early years run the course,
Another tune comes into play,
Its unimaginable force
Molds tender hearts like lumps of clay.
And from these hearts bright flowers grow:
Red roses blush, blue violets sway,
White lily petals spread, aglow,
Inviting every happy day.
'First love won't last, but in the end
We all remember it, good friend.
First Love
© Copyright: Виктор Хадсон, 2018
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You've conveyed a very lovely sentiment in this poem. The reader is able to both feel and see the beauty and innocence of youth and first love through your use of the flower imagery.
Владимир Петрович Янченко 12.07.2018 05:55 • Заявить о нарушении
Владимир Петрович Янченко 12.07.2018 05:55 • Заявить о нарушении
It's a rare pleasure to have a positive intelligent review. Perhaps.I should describe for you in detail why and how I wrote the piece, but I'm afraid it could lose its magic))). Thanks.
Виктор Хадсон 13.07.2018 06:18 Заявить о нарушении
Виктор Хадсон 13.07.2018 06:18 Заявить о нарушении