The First Time
Sounds will be sharper and keener,
and tastes have a fresh new appeal,
aromas will drift like the first breath of spring
and all colours be vivid and real;
each of my senses will shiver and shift
in the wind like the eddying sand,
and I knew that my heart had at last found its haven
the first time that I held your hand.
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2012
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