Approcahing the golden year of my valley, I can still hold near and dear the memories that brought me to this hill before the valley <br /> <br />Blue Chiffon, Baby Blue carnations, and Sxiteen Candles that will eternally enlight my heart <br /> <br />Young love that never really leaves our souls, as it is the foudation of our youth, it is the root of our hearts. The root that grows endlessly <br />into our years of age <br /> <br />Mirrored in my mind is the shadow of golden memories, the first kiss, the first heartbreak, , and yes, the first experience of a new emotion, Passion <br /> <br />So confusing, and frightening at the same time, never really understanding such a strong emotion, one that would carry us into <br />our harbor of memories <br /> <br />Bitter/sweet the moments that followed seemed to haunt us at times but now how we yearn to take that ONE MORE STROLL <br /> <br />Sing one more song, and oh yes, dance one more enchanted evening away <br /> <br />Falling in love at such a tender age was the highlight of our emotions <br />Emotions that were so mysterious and yet melodramatic at the same time <br /> <br />With my blue chiffon, my baby blue carnations, and my sixteen candles, I can let them light one more time, only this time, I am not going to blow them out.........<br /><br />Bonnie Collins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sixteen-candles/
