The chirping  of the crickets
the flashing light of the fireflies
transform the night into a majestique

The air felt sticky
while lovers were icky
My heart felt lighter than ever. .
However,
The grip from his hand felt tighter


Yet, warm at times
Being fifteen, sixteen and seventeen
Lot to perceive with your mind
It was a lovely year of seventy-nine

Our first kiss wasn’t a designer kiss
It was our signature moment
To blossom in the moonlight
Did we got it right
Oh yes we did!

It was the talk of the night
  Two thousand and thirteen
A fine closure
To pawning memories


Goodbye my loves: My diamond rings