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