So young, walking out on summer hand in hand.
Our newness overcome as our fingers entwine,
in a besideness pinked in dress and eyes,
we float beneath the dappled surface.
How you shine.
Floating oblivious we see, in a sky
rising thin and clear, in a sense sublime,
that with each light squeeze around your waist,
we knew that we were merging.
A first kiss turning in stopped time,
and I am yours and you are mine.
Was it really fifty years ago?
nice poem, some lines are really beautiful- -Floating oblivious we see, in a sky rising thin and clear, in a sense sublime, that with each light squeeze around your waist, we knew that we were mergin Thanks for sharing.
Very good poem Jim. Your poem speaks of emotions which remain fresh even after half a century has passed. The last line really did the trick. Keep this up.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great love poem. It sounds like the courting ended in marriage.