Early Seventies

She was a girl - from motor-city madhouse
On vacation - in our little town
She was so young - I was only seventeen
Tall slim and blond - her name was Christine
First lessons in love - on a warm summer´s night
The very first kiss - holding us tight
The look in her eyes - a first tender touch
Didn´t know what love is - but I loved her so much

However it may be - time ran out unfortunately
Hard to describe the moment - when she had to go
Thoughts shattered my soul - words stuck in my throat
One day a letter arrived - with a picture in
Oh yeah - what a beauty she´d been
Two years later I saw her again - she was together with another man
But time´s a great healer - so it doesn´t matter
Time´s a healer - all right! It could have been better


© Peter Neveling, 03.06.2003

Joooh, die frühen Siebziger: First Love und George Harrisons "Isn't It A Pity"...Peter Neveling, Anmerkung zum Gedicht