I found my first poem..

"With the Changing Seasons..."

As time passes, and Summer merges with
Fall
I can't help but feel that we're building a wall.
And with every passing phrase there is a new sense of akwardness...
So please my love, just listen to this:
Even though as time progresses we may eventually part
I want you to know you will always have my heart.

There it is.. oo Lol at the irony. I remember the first person I showed it to.. haha. I wonder what they would say to it now..? Of course I wrote countless poems following that one.. Was it one of the first times I was so inspired that I felt it necessary to leave it etched in graphite for my memory?