I met my first love when I was thirteen.

It was always her smile that constantly gleamed.

Often, we went on thrilling adventures

in which precious memories have been made.

A first kiss, so sweet and harmonious.

A feeling that remains etched in time.

Time flew fast, as we went to college.

We promised to work to become husband and wife.

And live a life that wasn’t filled with strife.

A lot has changed after a few years.

We graduated, and met again after what felt like eternity.

Every memory we made, became something I missed.

But then came that day, when she finally said, “Yes.”

Bells tolled and the air was filled with happiness,

as she walked towards me down the isles.

It was the moment I’ve been waiting for,

the ceremony that sealed our fates together forever.

Eventually we received gifts of life,

a beautiful family, a wish granted.

Our desires fulfilled, to see them from the start,

and see them grow up.

How old we’ve gotten! It hasn’t felt that fast.

Our once youthful nature slowly departed.

We loved each other, so nothing was ever in vain.

But an evil force struck; it was him, Death.

And stole her from me in an instant.

No words to speak,

no emotion to feel.

Never again will I see her,

and never again could I forgive my own conscience.