Anticipation
Breeze whispers in the wind.
Your silver eyes in the moonlight.
Waves drifting softly to the shore.
Your delicate hand so small in mine.
impassioned stars exist
eternally for us-
and us alone.
I am wild with elation
as we welcome our first kiss.
Copyright © Allen Beilschmidt Sr. | Year Posted 2019
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