When he first said he loved you
You laughed, as if he uttered
Schoolyard fantasy.
You thought him cute, but
I remember you saying
He is ok, but not my type.
Oh how times change,
That boy you laughed at
The one who was not your type
Is now the love of your life.
The years have altered
Your view of him
Of the world.
You are a woman
Who has felt the depths of a love
From which a new life stirs.
Your body, your mind
Is more alive now
Than ever before.
The love of long ago
Once ridiculed is real
In ways you never imagined.
You still see the boy
But recognise the man.
Your tummy kicks
Reminding you
Of a love eternal.
You shed grateful tears
Your life of hope now fulfilled.
You lay together
Eyes locked
Your love today, immeasurable.
Another reworked poem from when I was a tad younger than I am now and apparently a bit more romantic.
Morpethroad 
A romantic even then. 🙂 lovely
Yeah I think so, nothings changed, just don’t have any hair……lol……and…no better stop there
How through years we grow. Our lives change, who we view as not our type, are more than likely who we are looking for. A look back ..and I think you possibly still are the romantic 🙂
Thanks Jenny I think so, like a leopard and his spots.
🙂
It’s an awesome poem. Excellent 🙂
Thanks Al, I appreciate your comment.
You’re welcome 🙂
Romance is in the soul, so it can never leave you 🙂 Another wonderful piece!
Thank you Serena, I appreciate your comment and reading my work. No it never does leave you.
finding friends from long ago and reuniting again after years past really is special. the thought that someone knows you from playground days – i love this moment you shared in this poem.
Thank you Sun I appreciate your kind words.
Very nice!! 🙂 🙂
Thank you so much Helen.
Memories…
It’s nice to see you share past poems reworked.
Thanks RoSy, I think it was written at a time when i was in love and a child was in the offering.
Awww so lovely and romantic!
Thank you, proves I have always been a romantic.