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Innocence

The Summer of my first love

By Heath Francis DoolanPublished 5 years ago 2 min read

But merely a teen, and wide eyed and fresh

A sweet lullaby wandered my way

Her beauty was new to me, each rise of her chest

Had me yearn for her more of each day

My will was soon lost, and all else as well

As the first buds of longing I felt

She was heaven incarnate, the depths that I fell

From a man who one stood, I now knelt

The Summer so passionate, chest upon chest

Smoking doobies and rolling in dunes

Making love in the ocean as summer sun set

And now was never too soon

She knew of the power she held in a smile

In her touch, in her walk, in her voice

I was smitten and bitten all of the while

Enchanted beyond even choice

I once slept by her window just to be close

In the dirt, in the brisk cold of night

Of sheer adoration I overdosed

Yes even her wrongs I deemed right

Too needy, too desperate in retrospects eye

I can see now so clearly and stark

But at merely eighteen, when your hearts fields of green

Twas ignited by her every spark

The connection so close, I swear I could hear

When she'd need me and call to me, soon I was near

Our lips spoke of madness, to create a child

Though mere children ourselves still in school

the forever nights of entanglement wild

I saw never ending, mere fool

I would notice that thing between her and him

Till inevatably it took place

when she walked out with him, something deep broke within

The disdain and the pain of replaced

From nights filled with music and making sweet love

Through a summer of passions extremes

Was she sent from below, was she sent from above

Was she sent to extinguish my dreams

I do not regret that I gave it my all

I held nothing back of myself

She set me to flight and she sent me to fall

And left me as somebody else

Was my very first pilgramage into the fray

Of adorning and joining of spirit

I smile to myself now remembering the days

Of just her, and nothing else in it

They were such times as now don't exist

The world far more friendly and free

Than the times of a summer long lingering kiss

Both beginning and ending of me

Ive never known such divinity since

Than when you were my world, and I was your Prince.

love poems

About the Creator

Heath Francis Doolan

I became fascinated with writing from eight years of age othat grew.into songwriting and I moved to editing stories for the arts.

I'm currently writing my first novel.i love making words come alive To evoke images and emotion.



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