You were not the first to win my love, <br />I lost my heart a time or two. <br />You wondered, after giving so much, <br />If there’s any love left for you. <br /> <br />I hoped you’d see it in my actions, <br />And know what they were revealing. <br />The past is gone, you’re my present, <br />Can’t you tell what I am feeling? <br /> <br />I gave my heart when it was new, <br />And it returned to me shattered. <br />And soon after it had mended. <br />It was left broken and battered. <br /> <br />And every time that it was crushed, <br />I swore I’d never love again. <br />No one could ever break my heart, <br />If I had never let them in. <br /> <br />But then you came into my life, <br />And you rescued me from my past. <br />You’re not the first love of my life, <br />But I’d like you to be my last. <br /> <br />© S.E.S<br /><br />Sara Stowell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/any-love-left-for-you/
