Ronald G. Coleman
The First Time
A shooting star paints the ebony sky
With breathtaking beauty, its haste I decry,
Arousing a montage of emotions and dreams,
Welling the throat and setting agleam,
I am enraptured, held captive, by its heavenly scene.
T'was the way when I saw her the very first time,
Awakened with feelings that endear love sublime,
The very same splendor as when I beheld
A shooting star.
And now that I've found her she must not escape
I would perish for certain, my heart should she break,
Our love we must nurture, let it be all that it can,
Or forever we'll ...