My Precious Anemone

Our teacher asked us to write a love poem towards our first love, At first, i didnt feel like writing in a complex way, still, i felt inspired to remember myself and what i thought, during the stages of my first love.

To My Precious Anemone 

A scattered dream that turns into a far off memory

A far off memory that becomes a scattered dream

I wanna line the pieces up

Yours and mine 

Anemone, that was her name, I think

For her blossoming was that overwhelming 

Or was it her siren figure, which slowed down timing 

Or those gorgeous blue eyes, as shining as the caribean sea 

Was her that special?

well, for my eyes which needed cure for such beauty and grace 

and my body would not answer

nor my wasted heart, blinded by you, beautiful Anemone of mine 

At least that was what you showed 

because in the end, you knew my self and soul you owned

Though i knew your intentions were not pure 

I still fell for it for sure 

You were the flower in my garden,

My sun and my sky

I felt like in Eden´s Grden back then

When you turned my shadow into light 

But so happy was I,

For I knew you would hold my hand in every dream at night 

Thought our love would last long 

Oh, sweet Anemone, now its me who is ashamed to say 

That for me, you were the right kind of wrong