A girl, a horse, a blinding beauty:
How many hands, feet, ankles
Did my roaming limbs do duty?
Further anatomy would surely rankle.
Then, gentle reader, ahead and steady,
In gait, perhaps the same bright girl
Towering over me on her steed,
Waiting for a wilder ride, or a steaming pearl.
Once while sitting, holding hands,
My heart enlarged with beginner's love,
Pumping out hormones, those salient glands,
Showed me where to strive, and what to prove....
Another seamless night in black,
Serenely we made our first kiss
That made me entirely taken aback
From this sorority of that garden of bliss.
Then surely love poured forth
A dull brown place made aghast,
That became insanely big for all its worth,
As I realized what was come in spates.
And I can proclaim that
I have always been in love, a natural fact.
Really like this. Wonderful expression. Amazing to always be in love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm glad to hear you have had that experience...always. You deserve happiness. Beautiful write. SG