Two years ago you and I shared our first kiss,
We were young,
we were shy and even fumbled a bit,
Laughter burned the air
followed by the aroma of flowers,
Though none existed I smelled them,
Not even your kiss could block out the smell,
but maybe it was you that smelled to good,
It could be why I never wanted the kiss to end,
I had loved you a long time then and even longer now,
Your kiss trapped,
It grabbed me and I grabbed back,
I never wanted to let go,
The rain slowed into a drizzle but I did not care,
I was too focused on those lips that for moments entertained mine,
I had never before that day experinced a feeling so sincere,
The love could be read in the way you kissed,
You cannot say otherwise because that day when we kissed sparks didn't just fly they SOARED.