This was written for honda's First Love challenge on HPFC. I had to include the prompt 'People don't marry their first love.'

In case it's a bit obscure at first, this is about Teddy & Victoire. They aren't together anymore, they both moved on and married someone else. And Teddy doesn't really love her anymore, he just loves the memory of his first love.

To honda, for inspiring me!

People don’t marry

Their first love ; alas, real

Life is no fairy

Tale, knows no ideal.

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He loved Her all the while

Loves Her still at present

Tense, loves her hair, her scent

Her lips, her Golden Smile.

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But his love for Her is different now

Distant, heartbreaking like stranded ships

Which forgot their naïve, childish vow.

Today, he kisses another’s lips.

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He no longer wonders what her name means

Victoire is the best of all life’s scenes

Victoire is feelings fading into gray

As years pass by, your regrets are kept at bay

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Victoire is a bittersweet recollection

Which he will always treasure, an eternal scar

Which doesn’t hurt, an image of perfection…

Victory’s finding happiness without Victoire

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Even the truest hearts change with seasons

People don’t marry the first love they won

First love means first loss, and needs no reasons

They chose different paths, and life goes on

This sounded much less confusing in my head! Please tell me if you understood something to this, and if you enjoyed it. And if you did, you'd most likely want to read my collection of poems, Hidden Shadows.