Virgins on that April day
When all our patience had
Given way and in the leaves
Of early spring the love
In our hearts was given wings.
Just over the brush covered hill
They were calling our names
As we lay silent, still,
Lips slowly kissing
With hands gentle touch,
This moment filled with
So many unusual feelings,
But most importantly,
A special, respectful love.
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