Sweetheart
Your image is a flame dancing in my thoughts,
��� it lights my heart and quickens my blood anew,
a first sweetheart always brings on a flush,
��� remembering softly lit curious eyes of blue,
Lips so sweet and moist always hoping for a kiss,
��� mine must respond in kind when so silently requested,
Hair of honey, bangs falling in my face as I consent,
��� giving in to your crusade I call myself bested,
Hands so gentle entwine with mine as we walk along,
��� and stop to sit beside a brook, laughing, in the sun,
me make ourselves a bed of flowers and lie in love,
��� listening to bees buzz and feeling what the warmth has done,
Buds are opening, flowers abloom, crickets chirp in the grass,
��� we read poetry to each other in the afternoon light,
all the greats (Tolkien of course) and some of my own,
��� until the sprinkling rain comes and creatures take flight,
All but us who revel in the rain and jump into the stream,
��� Kissing and laughing, splashing and kicking in the brook,
We pass the time in rapturous revelry,
��� Until we remember each soaking book,
By the fire, we dry eating s'mores, and you have a surprise,
��� It's a poem you wrote, then you kiss me on the lips,
reading of a goddess of stars, Elven Princess or nymph,
��� I dance and shooting stars spark from my fingertips,
Mouth to mouth I tell you all you need to know of my feelings,
��� I feel myself sink yet another depth and know that I am smitten,
You have the face of an angel and the heart of the poet,
���� I can tell though this is the first poem you have ever written,
I cannot forget all the illusions of beauty that cross my mind,
��� When I think of our sweet respites of pleasure from my pain,
How you stood up for me when I couldn?t fight for myself,
��� How you held my hand in the darkness, pumping life in my veins,
How you stood on the edge and held out your hand,
��� How the stars in your eyes showed me what to stay for,
But we met in a time of deep darkness, and there I lost you,
��� and there was nothing that you could have done more,
But forever you remain a burning flare in my soul,
��� singeing with bittersweet memories I wouldn't want to miss,
And now that things are better with me sweetheart,
��� I wish you the best, and offer this poem as a farewell kiss.
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