My first love-
beautiful brown eyes, bald, and wrinky.
love at first sight?
Oh absolutely- that's right.
Just gracefully touching
checking every finger and every toe
This kind of love I did not know.
His smell, his touch
I never wanted so much.
Seemed like for ever before he was here
Just to hold him in my arms so dear.
My first love-
His name is Michael
My first son
My first love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
how come it can be your first love? what about his father, if you don't mind me asking...