I sit here, trying to hold onto the feelings I had that came with that first glance; the first touch; the first kiss. <br />I recall an excitement resembling that of a child on Christmas morning; the feeling of being truly content; my soul being totally wrapped up in the moment with joy and all worries diminished. <br />But those feelings are now bringing me pain. Pain which is slowly consuming me and very powerful in destroying any spirit I once had. <br />With pain, anger and hate walk hand in hand. If I had known the first glance, the first touch, the first kiss were to be the last, I would have made them last forever.<br /><br />Grey Graham<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-isn-t-strong-enough/
