Sweetest Kiss Poem by Mathew Sutter

My sweet one,
With you under the oak tree,
On a fall afternoon,
Is such a dream.
We hold the world,
In our hands in this moment.
We can take on anything and anyone.

We laugh and play,
We talk and sing.
The world gives us a perfect day,
With the sweetest fruits,
And the sweetest air.
The breaze is light,
The sunlight is dim,
But bright.

We run and dance,
In the leaves.
We share a sandwich,
And coke.
We swim and drink,
The delicious lake water.
Clearest blue,
And the most sweetest.

But the sweetest thing,
About that day.
Was when you took me home,
And we kissed each other,
One last time,
Before we departed.
Your lips tasted of sour apples,
And candy.
Your breath,
Of mint and cool winter air.

The moment is burned into my mind,
For all time.
Even when the world ends,
At least I have that moment,
To make me blush,
One last time.
For that was truly,
The sweetest kiss.