The awkwardness of our first kiss
at arms length a quick peck
Eyes downcast in shyness and panic.
The innocence of our love with
thoughts of seeds growing
from lips upon lips.
A first love a childish crush
So real were the heart flutters
when arms first entwined
built with confidence
over time.
The growing anxiety of our
eleven year old minds when
we began to notice others
and knowing that heart break
was imminent
Then wandering eyes would
fall upon another and the
first innocent love would
be swept away forever.
But...
Never forgotten.
This is for you Michael, wherever you
are.
© April 9. 1999
By TeAnne |