Tribute To Her First Kiss
I see the question hides behind her eyes
the kiss we had, the memory not smudged.
Its sweetness gone and she has realized,
it was from this, all others will be judged?
Will they, the rest, become the best ones yet;
with moonbeams dancing in a swirl of snow
and lips which tremble when I feel them set,
while closed eyes open to reveal the glow.
This part of youth ends much too soon, I fear,
must yield to deeper lessons in our path,
transcending all as dare they come so near
engulfing life which falls beneath the swath.
There’s one and only one first kiss to give
and when used up we settle down to live.
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