When Love Was Innocently Given

When love was innocently given and this once gorgeous boy, merely fourteen, choose a red-haired girl to be his special friend; he offered her a smooch sweeter than honey, to find delight on her rosy cheek... She smiled back and shyly kissed me, I plucked a blue lily from a meadow painted in green, and put it in her soft hair resembling Autumn's auburn leaves; some warm raindrops fell on her brown eyes so pretty, decorating her lovely face with happy tears: while a robin, with yellow wings, spied on us with curiosity... Sweetheart, you certainly were surprised and much pleased by the performance of my first, phenomenal kiss, which lasted longer than it should have, indeed; you thought I wasn't old enough to feel both affection and bliss: without knowing the meaning of their profundity, but I felt a desire that couldn't wait until I reached puberty.... My adorable darling, adolescence has endured, not passed, and age has made you extremely charming and beautiful! I have grown and look as handsome as a fair prince, recalling that moment which never slipped into a time so vast: a memory cherished by a thought so fond and reachable, to relive that gallant gesture of warmth and innocence... When love was innocently given and kisses were the fragrance of delicate roses, these lips touched to share tenderness; oh, those young hearts were not vain, greedy and shallow; all the spontaneous smiles were genuine surprises: adolescents sharing laughter, cuddling under the splendid rainbow! Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci