A shy glance
Quickly averted
But nevertheless
Received
Setting stage for
Accidental touch
Trembling fingers
On fire
Bumping into
Each other
At once
Horrified and excited
Seeking out
The other’s space
Dreaming of
Making it our own
The first words
Exchanged hesitantly
Afraid of saying
The wrong thing
Glorious first kiss
More of a peck
A quick brush
Of feverish lips
Suppressing fear
Of rejection
Timidly audacious
Holding hands
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Author:
Alfred Peyer (Pseudonym) (
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Thank you Kat, I tried in my mind to transport myself back to these innocent years.
Beautiful write reminding us of that first love.
Thanks Goldfinch, a trip down memory lane!
Wow u described young love, first love so uniquely and realistically yet so fabulous in poetic wording. Great freeverse style and how u captured minute emotions climaxing superbly n gingerly. Kudos.
So nice to read from u again. Hope u will write your thoughts too under my latest poem.
Mahalo Zaynab for your so very kind comment. Of course I will put my 5 cents worth on your poem.
I remember these feelings like it was only yesterday. Except I never got to hold her hand or kiss her. It's been 50 years of dreaming of these words you penned. Thank you. A great write Fred.
Thank you AP, at least we have the memories of what was and in your case of what could have been!
Yes, true. Great memories!
Fred.. nice one... i'm tempted to think, from your comment on my 'dont look' piece, i jogged your memory. How wonderful those early clumsy fumbles at love have blossomed into the story of your life my friend. I envy any man who has had the fortune to remain wed for life. No, i know you ain't dead yet.
Mahalo b-e, you are right I am not dead yet, but some mornings do feel like it. As Woody Allen (I think) said: I am not afraid of death, I just don't want to be there when it comes. Have to disappoint you, not only about being dead, but about the poem as well. I wrote it before I joined MPS. And yes, I am a very fortunate man, but believe me, staying married is hard work!
You capture the essence of a young first love with this beautiful verse Fred.
Thank you Fay! Sometimes when I see a teenage couple holding hands, I kinda wish to be able to do it all again. These were innocent times! Ah, maybe in my next life!
Oh those early days - memories flood back - super write Fred
Thank you Michael, yeah, it is fun looking back.
You captured the awkwardness of first love beautifully, Fred. Couldn't have been done any better!
Coming from you, Louis, high praise indeed! Thank you!
Awesome writing Fred. You described so well the emotion of first love. Very sweet of you to capture those memories and portrait it here.
Mahalo Malu, you know, for everybody some memories are bad, some are so-so, and some are good. While we can learn from the bad, we should treasure the good!
New love's first stumbling blushes! What a fine job you've done, scribing those intense moments into poetry.
Thank you Heather! I like the "stumbling blushes", you can express that feeling much better than I do. Something I still remember after all these years is how scared I was of both rejection and ridicule by my peers, but I was lucky, it worked out.
What is nice too, is that we are still in occasional contact. She is married in Germany, I am the Godfather of her first child, and we are still friends.
Very nice and to the point, but the picture was well received and conveyed everything you were portraying. Well done!
Thank you so much, Alf!
You captured the emotions perfectly!
Mahalo PP!
A lovely poem depicting the first flush of love in a relationship - very sweet.
Thanbks Sue, I guess we all went through that at one time or another.
It bring all the sweet memories back. The dreaming, the kiss and the holding hands.
Very sweet.
Thank you mam, it surely does. And they were great innocent times.
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