A Bunch of Jonquils

You never forget your first love. by poet How can I ever forget my lovely first love. Spring vivifies blossoms with dancing hues As we were picking jonquils wild, From curving lanes up high. The balmy breeze blew softly o'er the greenish hills And there we met where yellow jonquils grew. I stared at her, strangers coming out of the blue. Hearing sparrows singing over the rills, Shyly I stared up to the sky, Her smile so sweet, so mild, She was a majestic picture of vibrant views. That she'll be mine I prayed to the above. Would our sympathies fit like any tender glove? Lambent yet warm I was sure what to choose. My heart was beating like a child. I urged myself to try. I took her hand and meandered towards the mills. I proposed, joyfully she said yes too. 26 December 2020 Placed 1 A Little Memory - My Invented Form - Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Constance La France