She curls on the couch <br />Tears stain the cushion <br />streak down her cheeks <br />Wide open window <br />Frigid South wind <br />Bruises her loss <br />As life flows <br />To the pillow <br />First love <br /> First pain.<br /><br />Thomas Golding<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/first-love-first-pain/
