Stolen Kiss Poem by Sophia White

Golden leaves flutter down
Around the girl in the gown
With laurel in her hair.

Golden sunlight floods the trees
Bathing the boy on his knees
Soon to be knighted there.

The girl holds light her sturdy stave
And taps the boy so very brave
Upon his suntanned shoulder.

“I pledge thee with my soul true
To always and more honor you! ”
With a muffled giggle he told her.

She smiled back, composed, serene,
A true and valiant woodland queen:
“My knight could not be braver! ”

She had no doubt within her mind
That should she ever trouble find
He would boldly save her.

Up he took his wooden shield
Arose from where he had kneeled
And held out his knightly hand.

The queen inclined her royal chin
And handed the stick-like sword to him,
The sharpest in the land.

Her façade nearly – almost broke
Her giggle more of a queenly choke
One escaped bubble of bliss.

And the knight, so very swift,
Stole that moment when she tripped
And turned it into a kiss.