Tim Riding Poet Sonnet

A Definite Maybe

A Definite Maybe
 
            To feel again the warmth of loves first kiss,
            And gently hold its hand, as you held mine.
            I count each passing second, should I miss
            The chance to meet and let our hearts entwine,
            Each heartbeat felt, each thought, each soundless word.
            First love! Like some exotic migrant bird
            Returns, faint shadow flitting 'cross the ground
            So swiftly, daring yet that it be caught
            And brought to life, to fill those empty years.
            Young love! Her precious smile just can't be bought,
            Though gladly I would pay her price in tears.
	         First love! That in our youth did slip away,
	         To be returned, by you, again today.

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