Something so sweet which can bring so much happiness and smiles...
and something so sour which can bring so much sorrow and tears....
It’s given to us at our different ages of maturity...
“Love’s First Kiss”
“She stands there nervous, wondering, “Where will I put my arms, what happens to my nose, where does it go? ” she thinks as she stands there looking at him. Without a sign or a blink of the eye, he lands his lips on hers. As if there is nothing to end the moment, she wraps he arms around his neck. After what seems like 3 glorious minutes she thinks for a moment how will I breathe, but immediately that thought vanishes when they both just breathe in each other’s breath. “How glorious! ” she thinks, until he starts to pull away.”
“Love’s First Kiss”
it made me laugh a little. first kisses are always special. treasure them like a pot of gold. lol good job.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well expressed indeed........10