My first poem for paper #3

My Structure
My first experience with love is much like the creation of a building
When my eyes laid upon her, the first bricks were cemented to my foundation.

New sensations to which I was virgin to started immersing,
Acting as a cement holding this new potential forever together.
Each day, a new brick filled with tender love and care at the seams bursting.
Feeling lucky, I asked, “what person shouldn’t experience this?” I wish it lasts forever.

Many years went by, and many bricks have been laid,
But as the structure continued to take height the frame started to change.
Started as a solid symmetrical beauty, it towers an uneven, unbalanced, impure eyesore.
Soon to be destroyed.

The creaking and moans heard from the weak bricks toward the top
Are potential threats to the entire foundation.
Love the designer, is puzzled with no explanation.

The workers scream with sharp edged tongues blaming each other for evolving this once God like creation,
Into a man made abomination.

But it is too late. The intense storms over the years have taken their toll
As the bricks fall the workers try their all to keep the structure standing tall.
They watch each brick (experience) slip from the top and tumble,
And hit the ground with such force they crumble.
As if they meant nothing.

There is now this pile of rubble
And the two workers are standing in the dust befuddled.
One of them walk off and refuse to persist.
The one left with these broken bricks wish he didn’t exist.

My structure, now is just a bare foundation,
But these broken memories are the fuel to my inspiration.
To help me learn from my past relations,
And be careful for my future infatuations.