The Sweet Flavor of Love S Fruit

I had some butterfly in my stomach, At the thought of holding her by hand, I saw her from the distance, coming, Until today I cannot understand, How could she like a kid like me, I smelled her hair and felt her breath, I hid fast my bruised knee, And waited patiently for my death, It was a Spring day, end of May, Her cheeks were red like poppy flowers, I whispered slowly, scared, please stay, I hold her hand and talked for hours. I sipped her words that flew like birds, I dreamt of making her stop, I wished my words to touch her words, Together dripping drop by drop. I finally took courage I was bold, For a split second, she was mute, I think I was five years old, I tasted the sweet flavor of love’s fruit.