A Daughter's First Love

A Daughter's First Love -
A Poetic Lead Line on Her Best Valentine

It is difficult to know at what moment love begins.
It is less difficult to know that it has begun.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
(1807-1882)

I bought my girl a Valentine,
When she was only twelve.
This one was of divine design,
Not something off the shelf.

He was a little jumpy, sure;
That's how he stole her heart.
His racy manners, her allure,
I knew they'd never part.

He'd strut his stuff for her to see;
She'd sit upon the fence
And watch, as he'd cavort with glee,
With passion most intense.

He soon gave her the run-around,
To demonstrate his pride.
This handsome one, without a sound,
He took her for a ride.

One day, he dumped her in a flash,
Humility's crash course.
I answered, though it sounded brash,
"Go get back on that horse!"

She earned his love and gained his trust
In each and every gait.
And though I know, grow up she must,
He's still her favorite date.
c2008 by Linda Ann Nickerson

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Want to read more? Find this poem and additional verses in Horseplay Secrets: Learning in Rhyme from Equines Sublime, by Linda Ann Nickerson. Available from Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Books a Million, and other popular booksellers.