The First Time...

The First Time...

The first time our eyes met
across the noisy Hontanares cafe
I felt like I've known you from before
Yet, I couldn't think of where and when

The first time you held my hand
in the crowded Metro of Madrid
My heart skipped a few beats
I was sixteen again holding hands for the very first time

The first time we hugged
in the dark dance floor of El Sol
The world dissolved before my eyes
There was no one else, but you and me

And the last time I saw you before I left,
My heart was wrenched, I was heartbroken...
and for the first time realized,
what if this is love?

Hannee Chong
Copyright ©2007 Hannee Chong

Like it? Here are some of my poems that are published on Poetry.com:

Chong, Hannee Wendy
  -   The first time...
  -   What is LOVE?
  -   Let Me Go
  -   You Are The Reason
  -   Loneliness
  -   Sept 11
  -   The Great Expectation
  -   Will you?
  -   At Night I Cry
  -   Biker's Babe
  -   Portrayal of Beauty