and wildly carefree,
I had seen a couple kiss
as roses climbed the dogwood tree...
even clouds made the September' wind hiss;
I curiously stared at them and fantasized as any teen.
Time stopped on trembling lips
as I tenderly kissed that pretty girl
whose hair was chestnut brown and long,
Kerry was too shy to reciprocate and running she fell;
" I'm hurt! " she yelled waving her tiny hand shining in golden sun rays...
" Don't move! " I hollered and taking a quick look, I wiped the blood off her leg.
" Thank you, " she timidly whispered
and suddenly hugged me, giving me a quick kiss as an intimidated fool,
" Let me help you get home safely, you need some band aid
to stop the bleeding...tomorrow you should be able to go to school. "
I assured her with a touch of tenderness that she felt through her skin
full of sand, " Help me up, I can walk ", she said as a tear appeared on her chin.
Only once time stopped on trembling lips,
often I had wished it would have happened again in the same place,
but no kiss was ever that sweet to inflame two so young and innocent;
and more than love, it was an affection that lasted through our memorable youth.
Kerry got ill and died years later, I've visited her grave today and left on it a last kiss;
can I wail and curse fate for having separated us by the unmerciful hand of death?