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On A Tous Besonin D'amour

Updated on May 7, 2017
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Juliet Austin- Is a blend of Stubbornness, and charm. She writes about experiences, and constantly pokes fun at her Feminist view.

Everybody needs love

I remember nothing from that time save the memory of that first kiss.

The gentlest of lips that brushed first against slightly parted lips.

The kiss of innocence, and then deeply did you plunder. ...

Senses lost, forgetting then that we were standing on Mothers front porch.

But, it was our first kiss which made it sweeter but also our last

as it was also a goodbye kiss one to seal the fate.

I never saw you again but throughout the Years

the constant Memories of a Childhood made ever more sweet

By the thought that you, my best Friend

Had loved me with such unabashed emotion

The stirring of innocent love.

Had we never imbibed I would not now be left

To wonder what became of you?

I once thought I saw you in a crowd started!

Too many years had passed

for you to have remained as I remembered you.

By now the hair atop of your head may have changed

to silver gray, and your eyes should by now wear the scars of Years of happy laughter.

Did you perhaps have Children, a Boy

A Girl, or maybe two, or more of one, or none?

What I would tell you if I could about the wonderful Life that I have had,

The places that I've been.

Would we be awkward, or still able, to laugh and share old Childhood memories.

The old gang all together

the Tamarind tree in Rudy's Yard, that hung its head in fruitful bliss

The Mango trees, and the cane field that bordered hence

The house at the start of the lane where you resided

You would watch for me by that cast Iron fence and boldly declare your intent.

Whilst your Mother, with her kind smiling eyes

would echo a hearty laugh that followed behind

As I ran the length of the Lane

I dared not look, I'd see the humor in mischievous eyes, the

posturings of youthful male confidence.

Those Memories throughout the Years has made me smile in wonderment.

For I have loved so many times, but each time with a different passion

yet none as sweet as that first time.

Some Childhood memories are just that memories, we look back through the mirrors of time and reflect on People and wonder how they perhaps fared. The beauty of Childhood when it carries great experiences can bring a smile. There are no romantic notions just memories of a happy time.

copyrighted @Prose Of Molly.

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