Justin-CIty Love Poem

Plymouth, My First True Love

Could it be said you were my first true love?

Safe haven from an oft too frightening world

Shelter from all ugliness outside

Instilling small town humbleness and pride

Of tree lined streets with flags in breeze unfurled

Those rain slicked streets soft with lamp light pearled

When coming from the Bean or Penn I stride

And to you all my fealty I confide

As I feel your arms about me curled

Yes, I must say you are my first true love.

But did you know you were my first true love?

Though others may have vied to take your place

You are the measure by which I compare

Looking for your heart in city square

Looking for your warmth in street's embrace

And when the autumn morphs the foliage face

I think of cider drank in chilly air

Strolling a Fall Festival thoroughfare

So how could one my love for you replace?

Oh, you must know you are my first true love

But do you hold me still, my first true love?

As life has caused me far from you to roam

Out here ‘neath western sky by mountain’s peak

Or those long years in bleary desert bleak

Taking barren sand for fertile loam

In my heart, all leads to you as Rome

So when your name I see the signpost speak

My eyes awake as your first view I seek

And seeing you I know that I am home

And that you hold me still, my first true love.

And you should know that leaving you I wept

Knowing in my absence you would change

But always safe your memory I’ve kept

Long miles can't my heart from you estrange

Nor can time passing cause the ending of

My love for Plymouth; you my first true love