I remember the anticipation
Sitting on the saber’s edge,
Not knowing how the blade
might slice
Or just how deep may be its
thrust.
We were children, so it
seemed,
Bursting full with naiveté,
Asking questions born of
promise,
Seeking out each other's
trust.
You with lips so full and
ready,
Waiting, Oh! So patiently to
Give your heart, your very
all
To one whose step will match
your own.
I look deep in the well of
your eyes
And see right through your
very soul
To realize that I was meant
to
Spend my life with you alone.
I hesitate for but a moment,
Savoring the sweetest sin;
Moving closer, hearts
aflutter...
Lips commit... A kiss, and then....
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