She walked beside me, as though she was mine, <br />For the first time in what seemed like years. <br />She sat beside me and shared chili cheese fries, <br />As we were bombarded by jealous leers. <br />They wished they had young love again, <br />Unlike lust long faded. <br />For a moment we were the perfect couple, that, <br />For envy, all hated. <br />She traced my arm with her fingers, <br />As she leaned upon my chest. <br />Of all my memories this year, <br />That one strikes me as best. <br />We talked for time lost to conversation. <br />Of love and life and gas price inflation. <br />My heart was glad, my mind in bliss, <br />The perfect punctuation to our talk, <br />Was a perfect kiss. <br />The AC was off, as not to waste fuel, <br />We left the doors ajar, to keep somewhat cool. <br />True love a rare thing, <br />As uncommon as a foot of snow, <br />At the close of spring. <br />Others offer flirting, or month long relationships, <br />But she is in love with me, <br />I've read it on her lips. <br />This cannot be bought, in a truer form. <br />No purer shower, from no purer storm. <br />Of few things in this life am I sure, <br />One such thing, is that I will love her, evermore.<br /><br />Benjamin Feliciano<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-first-for-real/
