First Love

By Calis Cheah 23/8/1998

sigrd@hotmail.com

http://www.crosswinds.net/~sigrd/solitude

Unsure and shy,

He dared not

Meet her eyes.

Tongue-tied,

His face burned

A telltale blush.

Trying not to stammer,

He bought the flower,

She gave with a smile.

Spellbound,

His heart drummed

Beating ever so fast.

Bashful young man,

Voice a trifle timorous

He asked for a date.

And there it grew,

Around a street corner,

The beginnings of first love.