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