Young and rejected

While rummaging through my memory papers I found a few poems that record a passionate and sad romantic affair I had in 1968.

Here's one:

Rays of moonlight and sonata

As the blue dark envelopes

And caresses.

Soft, gentle blue,

Deep and intense as moonlight

And stars seep into the soul.

Entwining, enclasping, enfolding

As the room spins and twirls

And the thick blue waves

And enriches.

Deep, dark, blue sobs

And an eternity of forever.

Here's another:

It was not a long while ago

That when I turned my head

I was whole.

That the hand that clasped mine

Was, in fact, my palm.

It was not a long while ago

When friendship was true

And warm.

And that two souls

Blended and met quite naturally.

And yet. It seems

I lie and exist as half.

As half a soul I hide

In cold and

I am deceived

By the strength of time.

So what do you think? Was I a budding young poet or simply young and rejected?