~ First Kiss ~

Iíve walked down this path a million times;
The ivy intertwines itself around the trees,
And shrubs; its spring;
In the distance I hear the town clock chime;
The brook has released the winter snow
That blanketed her;
She flows into a river not far from here,
The aroma of honeysuckle wafts through the air;
Its fragrance overpowers the senses;

Itís not by chance that we meet;
He holds my hand. We stop.
He kisses me gently on the lips;
The only sound I hear is the beating of my heart;
The war summons him, and he must fight for our country;
We pledge a vow; I will wait for his return,

So many winters have come and gone;
Its spring again;
The crocus and daffodils are peeking through
The warm soil;
They have awakened from their hibernation;
The ivy still climbs;

Streaks of gray run through my hair,
My gait is much slower now;
I can feel his presence;
The aroma of honeysuckle fills the room,
But all my tears will not bring him back.

I think Iíll walk by the brook today.


Janice Bumbalough Marler © 2006


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