My first and Only Love

In the midst of tulips

I gave her a true kiss

Or shall I say she kissed me

Wasn’t too wet or sticky

It was delightful

And I would write full

Love stories to her and continue

To do so

In a true mode



I will write to her

Until all the pens I touch

Run out of ink

But since it won’t happen during

The eternity of my frail existence

She will be on my wish list

Not granted by Santa Clause

Cause a gift as such can only come from


It was a Love Jones that sparked

Our first meeting in my soul’s living room

I was tired of an ignorant interlude

She wanted to teach me a new

Language and she invited me to dinner to

Plus she offered dessert

And it was the sweetest thing

As I sat on a hill and wrote a verse