First love.
First love
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Written in 1978. When youth was my advantage. First poem I got published years ago.
First love
A sweet and beautiful smile open the door to conversation on a warm Spring day.
The first taste of the sweet kiss is never forgotten.
Two hands becoming one and opening new doors to places to wander.
Long walks and talks leading two people to sweet dreams and wishes.
The feeling of love cannot be stop.
When love touches the heart.
Life had reason and purpose.
When my sweet love is near.
I feel alive and strong.
I feel weak and safe at the same time.
All I do is think of my love.
The girl with the beautiful blue eyes and who love to dance.
Her love torn down years of disappointment.
She make me feel strong and content.
I need her body near and
to taste her sweet lips day and night.
I want to swim in her love forever and a day.
Allowed two hearts to become one on a warm Spring day.
Coyote
1978
Oh youth! Young love…there’s nothing quite like it. Beautiful poem John.
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Young love. Best days of a life. Thank you for the comment.
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Digging out the old poems from the deep, brings them right up into the present – same as mountain springs
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Thank you for the comment. I do appreciate. Old poetry bring life to dead memories.
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There’s nothing comparable to the sweet feeling of first love. No matter where life takes you that memory will always stay with you.
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I dig out a old poem. I like the old poetry. Some sort of proof we were young once. Thank you for the comment.
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