The First

By the lake and quiet stream,
Amidst the plenty, empty trees,
The sky and earth – there between,
We found a private spot.

Worn old timber broke the rays,
Of the sun through autumn day.
And her soft eyes, they seemed to stray,
To some thought, but what?

Hand in hand, sitting alone,
Side by side, just kicking stones,
Into the water calm and low.
Sharing laughter as we talked.

Without cause, a moment came.
In whispered sigh, she spoke my name.
And I, to her, returned the same.
To her voice, my heart stopped.

She turned to me, I brushed aside,
Her hair the colors wheat and rye,
As she moved nearer to my side,
In vain, for words I sought.

In her eyes, a subtle clue.
She looked at me as if she knew.
As they closed, she found the truth,
The first time our lips locked.

Tender as a summer wind,
Soft and warm, was our first kiss.
A secret love parted our lips,
In the sunsets melted drops.

In nearby tree ever enshrined,
Initials carved, letters entwined,
My secret treasure, my greatest find.
My one – my first – true love.

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The first time I ever knew love…


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From Pennsylvania. BS in Film. MFA in Creative Writing, emphasis on Screenwriting.

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  • A .
    A .about 2 years ago

    John, what a beautiful poem. And your portfolio… just exploring :-)

  • Thank you Anna! :o)

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