I remember the anticipation
Sitting on the saber’s edge,
Not knowing how the blademight slice
Or just how deep may be itsthrust.
We were children, so itseemed,
Bursting full with naiveté,
Asking questions born ofpromise,
Seeking out each other'strust.
You with lips so full andready,
Waiting, Oh! So patiently to
Give your heart, your veryall
To one whose step will matchyour own.
I look deep in the well ofyour eyes
And see right through yourvery soul
To realize that I was meantto
Spend my life with you alone.
I hesitate for but a moment,
Savoring the sweetest sin;
Moving closer, heartsaflutter...
Lips commit... A kiss, and then....