She was quite young not even in her twenties <br />And i was two years younger seventeen <br />And i loved her but the thought of love it scared me <br />For to the ways of love i was still green. <br /> <br />I met her in the famous Castle Ballroom <br />The old dance hall where young love used to bloom <br />Perhaps nowadays she might be a grandmother <br />My first great love from Barrett's place Macroom. <br /> <br />She wasn't tall if five foot five no taller <br />But she looked lovely she had beauty rare <br />A cuddly girl and she was warm and caring <br />With sandy coloured to dark blondish hair. <br /> <br />Eileen from Barrett's Place i still remember <br />The flower of first love never easily dies <br />She hasn't aged or grown old in my memory <br />And her youthful beauty i still visualize. <br /> <br />My youth and prime are gone from me forever <br />For youth and prime with anyone doesn't stay <br />But the memory of first love as fresh as ever <br />As such memories never seem to age a day.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-memory-of-first-love/
