We were always together
as much as weather
was
weather.
'Like two peas
in a pod...by God! '
as the man said
when he saw us
& laughed
his head off.
We only smiled
with little Mona Lisa smiles
seeing no one
but each other
holding hands
& jumping through
a rain washed
hopscotch
our breaths
mingling in the frosty air
the words
I LOVE YOU
held there
for ever for all
to see
our first big love
& neither of us
not yet
9.
At first I imagined Madame Mona Lisa as a little girl :)) little Mona Lisa, which was very interesting flight of imagination :)) the little girl Mona Lise smiles... excuse my deviation - it is a poem about love and prime may be... wonderful romantic - brings a little Mona Lisa smile to my face :)
Oh gosh, young love....you feel it in your throat and chest just like the feeling of holding back tears, it's both painful and wonderful at the same time and then you feel you'll never ever love that much ever again with anybody else, but of course you do....which I think is sad. There's nothing as pure as young love. Great poem Donall as always..... Ruthie: o)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nine is certainly the age of the first crush and this is very cute and well done