‘My first love’

My First love


A sweet and beautiful young woman came to me , her smile opened the door to conversation on a warm Germany Spring day in 1978..
The first taste of the her sweet lips,
our two hands becoming one and
long walks and talks, leading two people to sweet dreams and wishes.


I learn the feeling of love can’t be stop,
when love touches the heart.
Life had reason and purpose.


When she love is near.
I feel alive and strong.
I feel weak and safe at the same time.


All I do is think of her.
The girl with the beautiful blue eyes and who loved to dance.
Her love torn down years of disappointment.
I feel strong and content.


I need her body near.
To taste her sweet lips day and night.
To swim in her love forever and know peace.
Sweet love, paradise of the warm sun and cold nights.
Allowed two hearts to become one.
I will always love you my beautiful Daniela.

© 2016 Coyote Poetry