the first day
of the rest of my life
can best be described
as a day with that guy
he told me
his love, his hand over mine
a smile on his face
and that look in his eyes
we went out
to a friends house at night
and sat on the couch
as the world passed us by
walking home
an hour to midnight
we said our goodbyes
under yellow streetlights
held me close
under warm starry nights
and said that no day
could be better tonight
then he asked
if it was bad that he
could think of doing
only one thing to me
looking up
him reaching down to me
his lips came to mine
in complete ecstasy.
that night will
for as long as i live
be the fairy tale
of my true love's first kiss.
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Submission Name: sometimes life is a fairy tale
