As the strip of fire edges its way <br />Over the backcloth of night's dark bay, <br />And makes horizon afterglowed <br />With sunset's bed of reds, echoed, <br /> <br />I think of the first time with you. <br /> <br />As the while collared waves, washed clean <br />And unrollling themselves, give meaning <br />To romantic scenes as this, gliding <br />Atop waiting sands, shyly uniting, <br /> <br />I think of the first time with you. <br /> <br />This rope of togetherness might <br />Well snap under stress of being too tight, <br />So must be loosened, yet until then, <br />As I feel the bond of need again, <br /> <br />I think of the first time with you.<br /><br />Fay Slimm<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-first-time-36/
