Time Stopped On Trembling Lips

Barely fourteen and wildly carefree, I had seen a couple kiss as roses climbed the dogwood tree... even clouds made the September' wind hiss; I curiously stared at them and fantasized as any teen. Time stopped on trembling lips as I tenderly kissed that pretty girl whose hair was chestnut brown and long, Kerry was too shy to reciprocate and running she fell; " I'm hurt! " she yelled waving her tiny hand shining in golden sun rays... " Don't move! " I hollered and taking a quick look, I wiped the blood off her leg. " Thank you, " she timidly whispered and suddenly hugged me, giving me a quick kiss as an intimidated fool, " Let me help you get home safely, you need some band aid to stop the bleeding...tomorrow you should be able to go to school. " I assured her with a touch of tenderness that she felt through her skin full of sand, " Help me up, I can walk ", she said as a tear appeared on her chin. Only once time stopped on trembling lips, often I had wished it would have happened again in the same place, but no kiss was ever that sweet to inflame two so young and innocent; and more than love, it was an affection that lasted through our memorable youth. Kerry got ill and died years later, I've visited her grave today and left on it a last kiss; can I wail and curse fate for having separated us by the unmerciful hand of death?