A good night kiss,
He asked it so,
A seed of love was planted.
In fertile ground,
Midst passion's night,
Childhood now abandoned.

Let dreams run wild,
Like vines will climb,
The pulse of hearts are beating.
Yet hold your hopes,
T'was just by chance,
This seed, too new, not yielding.

But there it stayed,
A hidden jewel,
This precious seedling waiting.
The night now tender,
But ground still fertile,
Its love flowers unabating.

JLC