I've always dreamed of what
it may be to have that first kiss.
Sitting on a bench at college,
The boy of what I had once
dreamed of what was playing
in my mind what I thought this
day might of come.
My heart was pounding faster,
and faster, he talked to me,
and I thought of this day. When I
leaned in closer to him he slowly
got up and walked into his dorm.
My dream of that first kiss went away,
the next day it was raining, I walked fastly
trying to get to my next class,
the same boy came to me and asked
what my next class was,
I answered of what he had to go next as well,
when his eyes meet mine, the dream appeared
in my mind. He slowly leaned over,
and when our lips touched, the dream
disappeared and a new dream appeared,
I dreamed of the next class, waiting for me.
We ran together not looking at each other
After our class he had guts to speak to me.
I kissed him and went to his dorm.
The day that happened, I think over and over.
I think to myself, what I was when I dreamed of
kissing. I will always remember that moment,
Always.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem