Bittersweet
B ittersweet is the first love of youth.
I remember very well that first kiss.
T he anticipation had been growing.
T he knowledge of knowing it was coming.
E very fibre of my being seeing
R uby lips about to descend on mine.
S waying in that romantic slow dance.
W ith mistletoe milling among the couples.
E ventually held high above us.
E nding the weeks of wishing he would
T ake me and embrace me as he should.
Copyright © Jean Murray | Year Posted 2017
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