The second date with the first girl, awaiting love's first kiss. Rhyme.
The speed of my walk increases so much.
The tingling of nerves, the pounding of heart.
Prompted by thoughts of her delicate touch.
Free from the longing while we were apart.
She leaves the bus bringing joy to my face.
Should I go over to cuddle her tight?
Prettiest girl in the whole human race.
I'll kiss and caress her all through the night.
She’ll drop in my arms, as eager as me.
I stop before her, she looks in my eyes.
Passion intense and as strong as can be.
Longing to kiss her; we just give out, “Hi”s.
Will this feeling when we are together,
go on through time and bless us forever?