Salvie Rosales Poems
My First Love
My first love understood me well,
He’d ask me question-the questions,
He’d never knowing how I felt,
A spoken answer
He’d look askance
at my deep-flushing face;
into my eyes, wherein a tear new-born
then at my lips
smiling shy but unafraid.
He’d touch my hands
My first love understood me well.
Was The Tryst Forgotten?
I waited, Love. All Nature waited, too;
The dust of air for flower-scent and song,
The sky for moonlight and the earth for dew-
All lingered, looking to their love. Ere long,
The flowers wakened; in another while,
Moon came to kiss the bosom of the sky,
Dew lent to leaves the glimmer of a smile,
And all were happy in their hearts, but I-