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.
While the enamored stars would dare
Seaward to leap,
Seeking a truer heaven in
The loved deep,
My love, so near me on the grass-
Dares not to melt his mouth upon
My waiting kiss.