First Time Love
Everyday I turn to see,
the face of someone admiring me.
Not just anyone, someone I know,
with a heart so soft as fresh as fallen snow.
The eyes of someone so passionate and caring,
deep within their soul so daring.
Wondering if it is you, the one I saw before.
The one standing beside me during the hard times of war.
Your hands are gently grasping mine as we cross the drunken sea,
my first time love, just you and me.
Waiting long enough for someone such as you,
a little longer and I don't know what i'd do.
A prayer I send to bring you to stay,
your sweet scent stalls me from miles away.
As you look into my eyes and i into yours,
a new life sparks between us in a code of morse.
As I get closer to your love,
a new life has began its quest to mind us above.
To see you standing there is joy from heaven,
bringing light to my lonely days of seven.
A song of sucess I sing to have you at last,
now and again a slow train away from the past.
A new line of faith comes as cupids arrive,
singing songs of life, keeping our hearts alive.
Three words changed in so many ways,
passed on from person to person along with good-bye's and hey's.
The when and the where is at it's place,
standing there for you my first time love, waiting to at last see your face.
Copyright © Lavunte Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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