The Final Crush. Poem by Charles M Moore

Shimmering over autumn leaves
the whispering of springtime breeze
brushing off the years of dust
the final love
the final crush

Admiration haunts your mind
one of a million and a kind
you blush to look and feel within
the tingle that torments your skin

Millennia have passed you by
you wondered how and wondered why
and sometimes you just sat and cried
and put away your childish sighs

You remember youthfull times
when spring was sweet and love devine
speckled shadows through the trees
that danced in splendour with the breeze

Sweet sensation nature brings
you want it all with everything
when bird song caused your heart to rush
the final love
the final crush.