Music and laughter drifted from a gazebo on the green lawn
As the spring breeze blew fresh flowery scents into the air;
We were at the park and all I could think about was your hair
Caressing your shoulders in the sunlight.
We were young and we believed that none of our actions
Though amorously brimming over with unconquerable desire
Could be anything but child-like angelic innocence
More heroic than the Garden of Eden.
You held my hand and my pulse rate rose
And my mind was ecstatic with wondrous excitement;
I touched your face with my fingers,
I thought maybe that very moment I would expire.
I don’t remember anything you said
But your voice was like nightingales by an evening stream
Where sages and poets sit to find their dreams,
Your every breath was miraculous and enticing to me.
We fumbled and made naïve inexperienced kisses
That would never make a Hollywood movie gross millions
But I was drunk with more intense happiness
Than most mortals will ever know or express…
The essence of this memory still leaves me enraptured.
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