Tuesday, February 12, 2008

A Poem

lines composed by young man in English literature on a day in February.

First Kiss

Upon an Autumn clear,
A visit with my lover dear,
The songs of the birds you could hear
Them singing pleasantly.

A clearing in the woods so light
Not a person near in sight,
We thought that we just might
Kiss, but hesitantly.

Slowly, awkwardly, we started to kiss,
So nervous that I thought we'd miss;
I closed my eyes and felt the bliss
Of our kiss, so passionately.

1 comment:

Michael! Muffins! said...

Bee! 22nd! Mojo's! 8:00!

Do you think you can make it?! We'd LOVE to have you there.

We have some new music you're sure to love.

By the way; this poem--awesome.

Kind of awkward? Mary Kay?

Was it the kid who picks his nose?