Puppy Love. At least that's what it was called when it afflicted me....several times as I recall. I'm glad I no longer suffer from the condition. It had the power to make you do strange things.
I recollect one such instance when I was “overwhelmed” by a particular girl at school. Don't remember her name, or whether we were in middle or high school, or whether we even attended the same school.
Nevertheless, Puppy Love had infected my soul. So much so (I think), that I wanted to do something special for her. Something unique.
After much thought, I decided to what all jocks do (lol) and write a poem. That I did (with great pain I might add), as writing was not my forte in school. The completed masterpiece was given the title, Love is Time Not Lost.
After you've had a chance to compose yourself, please know that I am 100% certain about the title. Love is Time Not Lost. After all, it was the only poem I ever wrote. I kept a copy for myself and even re-read it several times over the years.
I don't remember how she reacted when I gave her the poem, although I'm sure it was a good experience. As is the case with many of my memories, the poem is now lost. Other than the title, the only recollection I have of the composition is that it was deep. Either I pulled it from way down in my soul or it was piled high :-)
Regardless, I'm sure I could reconstruct some of the poem if only I could remember the first few lines.
So, on this Valentine's Day occasion, could you help by telling me what you think those first few lines might have been?
