First Date
.
First Kiss
.
First Love
.
Hearts race in a open field.
Wind Blows
.
Crickets Chirp
.
Rivers Rush
.
Then bodies collide
Nothing else matters.
Her skin touches him,
And his to hers.
All they
Know ,
Think,
Feel,
Believe,
Is each other.
While their bodies move,
Loss,
Sadness,
Regrets,
Are nowhere to be found.
Written by my daughter