My First Kiss
Many, many years ago
In a house by the wood
Where the wild flower sometimes grow
I stood wearing a yellow hood
Young and shy as a maiden fair
He took my hand and led me astray
His deep eyes and wavy hair
I can’t deny I was his prey
He kissed my lips, oh so tender
My soul passed into his care
It was pleasure beyond surrender
Nothing my first kiss can compare
And this is the reason
That when the wind blows at night
Or spring arrives in full season
That brightness enters with light
In my heart’s memory of long ago
Where the wild flower sometimes grow
Copyright © Tahera Mannan | Year Posted 2011
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