First Love

Fri, 12/27/2019 - 20:22 -- blujai

It starts with a smile,

then goes on for a while.

And before I know it we'll be laughing,

we'll be sparkling.

Maybe we'll make it to the altar,

where I'll soon become a mother.

We'll be a happy family of three, 

and bask in the earthy scent of the trees.

Or maybe we'll be over quickly, 

and I'll have to keep myself skippy.

We were taught to go forth even when we don't feel good, 

I'll have understood then how much I have withstood.

I'll turn my back and push through,

after a light achoo.

And with a slip of the pen,

we'll begin again.


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