I sit and watch from not too far
and know not who they are.
One man, one woman sit and gaze.
How sweet it is the courting phase
New lovers hearts do skip and swoon
Two hearts so close they beat in tune
My eyes see desire bloom
The touch of hand
and meet of eye
Such lips of red
Each hope to try
They walk on home hand in hand
Knowing what each has planed
Too soon the lovers walk on by
and pass beyond my watchful eye....
My first poem I have written down so in essence it is my first attempt, please be kind but truthful I do know it is crude by comparison to so many amazing works here...