tender blossoms -

tender, then, a gentle kiss daubed in boyhood, meek soft, the pair of little bows their press upon my cheek the brush of fond mystique tender, then, the darling girl in pleats and cotton whites smiling as to woo the world and my heart's fancy flights the charm of summer nights tender, then, a budding love a-tumbling, deep, the grass so aching for a moon above and passion's mute impasse one brown-eyed bonny lass tender, then, to bring a wife thru best of times, and bad if only love was guaranteed to hence, from that wee lad tender blossoms I have had … now their petals, wilted, sad. ~ 1st Place ~ in the "Completely Your Choice 19, Any Theme, Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor. ~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Pick A Title, Volume 2 - Rhyme" Poetry Contest, Edward Ibeh, Judge & Sponsor.