I found this when I was moving some of my old college textbo

I found this when I was moving some of my old college textbooks. It was a poem I had written years ago about the first woman I ever loved..... And also my last attempt at poetry...
Despite everything, I would go through all this again if I could... before I grew numb...
Let me know what you guys think of it if you'd like

Knowing Love

Love is something all of us strive for.......
many if not most can say they've been in love or been loved....
a few have been loved, have loved ...
some haven't.....

A Story.... What love meant to me for the first time.....
Love meant watching her eyes as she looked at me.....seeing my feeling reflected in their depths...
Love meant feeling the spark of her touch as she let her fingertips trail upon my arm..
Love meant watching her sleep, touching her hair..
Love meant refusing to go to sleep, not wanting to miss a second of seeing her, feeling her, having her scent envelop me..
Love meant waking up, realizing she had brought me to bed and had lain watching ME sleep her hands caressing my face till I awakened..
Her Love meant everything in the world to me..

Second part of the Story..
Heartbreak meant.. her leaving in a week overseas
Heartbreak meant.. from the time she told me she loved me and I told her we only had a week together
Heartbreak meant.. after she was gone.. wandering around the city at 3am listening to the night sounds that comes with that..
Heartbreak meant.. standing on a pedestrian bridge during a downpour of rain, not caring, but remembering it was the place where we had kissed, touching the railing that we sat against remembering.

Third Part of Story..
Her happiness.. after coming back, meeting my best friend from college..
Their happiness.. falling in love with him and marrying him.. and raising a family with him..
My happiness for them.. Knowing that they're happy together, and knowing that they are, can walk away..
Giving my best..... to them and their family.. I'm happy for you John my friend... and to you Marida my love...

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Wow! Is much clear you dose know what is REAL love..... even if it hurts. You writes poems very good.... please dosent stops (for to helps you).
I am sorry...... hugs, RR

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This is like a knife stab wound to my soul...
That's why I'm still scared of falling in love for the second time...