what is this divine
moonlight setting
for wettings
and letting
dreams come true...
gastronomical portions
severed down
and boiled
in a pot
a sweet italian dish
delicious
and laced lovely
with love and dew
in an intimate stew
and you.
it is just the lonely
longing to hear a sigh
and a cry so sweet
that only girls can do
after the rain
the little birds sang
a melody that brought
the bloom and soon
the last of winter
will melt and drip
off our finger
tips
O' when spring comes--
a newly hatched feathered friend
we will know that this is the end
of our lives, when a new season
begins
but what does it matter
we are in love.
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Submission Name: my first love poem
