i visited you on a Saturday
and i didn't know
what to expect.
you wore a blue sundress
that afternoon,
and we stepped into the shade
of a weeping willow.
we laid and talked,
only talked and held hands.
after a while we walked back to
where you sleep
and talked again.
we talked and then
my love for you grew
as a young man's love will naturally grow
when he is in the arms of his love,
when he is in the arms of love.
we kissed
and such a sweetness i found!
a sweetness as only young ones know when
tasting love for the first time came from
your mouth!
my God! your mouth...
and then we fell,
both of us this time,
fell into something we did not understand,
but knew just the same!
we had been waiting,
one for the other...
to be complete
we gave in to what we could only feel.
nothing we could see or had heard of could have
helped us learn this bravery
against youth.
and so we fell,
blindly, expectantly,
knowing only that
my shadow, my highest,
my heartbeat
would always be yours:
my first, my all-time, my yellow;
walk with me again...
Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 3:19 PM UTC
i visited you on a Saturday
and i didn't know
what to expect.
you wore a blue sundress
that afternoon,
and we stepped into the shade
of a weeping willow.
we laid and talked,
only talked and held hands.
after a while we walked back to
where you sleep
and talked again.
we talked and then
my love for you grew
as a young man's love will naturally grow
when he is in the arms of his love,
when he is in the arms of love.
we kissed
and such a sweetness i found!
a sweetness as only young ones know when
tasting love for the first time came from
your mouth!
my God! your mouth...
and then we fell,
both of us this time,
fell into something we did not understand,
but knew just the same!
we had been waiting,
one for the other...
to be complete
we gave in to what we could only feel.
nothing we could see or had heard of could have
helped us learn this bravery
against youth.
and so we fell,
blindly, expectantly,
knowing only that
my shadow, my highest,
my heartbeat
would always be yours:
my first, my all-time, my yellow;
walk with me again...
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