Pressed between the pages of an old book
a name
a flower
And forgotten words.
Pressed within my heart
you are
And I will never be the same.
First love, one day, we will bloom again in the same garden, creating a magnificent bouquet!
Sunday Scribblings First Love
What a treasure. I wish we still were taught to sign our names in such a beautiful manner...
Posted by: Ulla | 19 February 2006 at 05:11 PM
This is lovely. So sweet...and touching. Thank you for sharing!
Posted by: Ellen | 19 February 2006 at 05:21 PM
Oh I love the handwriting! So beautiful!
Posted by: misschrisc | 20 February 2006 at 10:32 AM
what a wonderful and unexpected treasure. i used to do a lot of flower pressing when i was a kid. to this day we still find them smashed between pages.
Posted by: la vie en rose | 20 February 2006 at 08:57 PM
I knew you would come up with something beautiful for this prompt. :)
Posted by: Mardougrrl | 28 May 2006 at 05:19 PM
Such a beautiful tribute to first love!
Posted by: Paris Parfait | 28 May 2006 at 06:08 PM
What a very lovely way to express your first love.
Posted by: GoGo | 28 May 2006 at 07:11 PM
As usual Corey, you say so much but don't give anything away. I love the mystery of your words.
Posted by: Annie | 28 May 2006 at 07:42 PM
you have said so much in these few words. i can't help but one to know more, yet also i feel a bit content with this little, tiny glimpse.
Posted by: liz elayne | 29 May 2006 at 06:00 AM
That's a lovely image to go with your words. This post reminded me of a Galway Kinnell poem "Two set out on their journey" which included the words "..and if the ancestors have pressed a love note for us" (that's off the top of my head so I may not have it quite right)
Posted by: Catherine | 29 May 2006 at 08:32 AM
So simple. So beautiful. So true.
Posted by: Kerstin | 29 May 2006 at 09:00 PM
What a lovely poem and warm tribute.
Posted by: boliyou | 29 May 2006 at 10:31 PM
How beautiful. Simple, elegant, succint, poignant.
Posted by: Verity | 31 May 2006 at 01:30 PM