The poem is based off of a painting called "First Love" by contemporary street artist ABOVE.
My First Love
It was Valentine’s Day and
I watched from the clouds
as the breeze blew over the land
I sighed
a weary sigh
and looked aside
“Are you ready?”
called Dmitri
“Yes” I lied.
It was unfair at the least
How I ended with this fate
I give love to others but for me
none. I could not negotiate.
Humans call me ‘Cupid’
Very strange as, for one:
it was us
All three:
Dmitri, Angus
and Angela, me.
Number two:
I didn’t use arrows-
that was just absurd
And I wasn’t a baby,
as Dmitri says he would have preferred.
Then the day came;
I found my true love
He was mortal, in fact.
I must have been insane.
Sage.
He was beautiful
and didn’t believe
he was seeing
‘an angel’
as he had called me.
I took him
to the clouds
to play and to run
In the soft fluffy whiteness
Just to have fun.
But the rest were unhappy and
told me sternly
‘You give love, not receive-’
‘You are all naïve!
I may be
sixteen hundred years old;
but at mind and at heart
I am a teen girl- uncontrolled!’
‘Well, you’ve chosen you’re fate!
You’ll be mortal now on;
As death is all
you can possibly await.
Say goodbye to
immortality
Hello to
fatality
and-’
‘Hello to a personality!’
I cried and willingly left the gate
from the clouds in the sky
to the dirt down below-
to be with my love;
the only love I’ve ever known.
