Val enjoys writing his own style of what resembles poetry, just hoping to catch someone's heart on the same page.
\in those blooming youthful starts
when even winters felt like a spring
love was budding in impatient hearts
just wondering, whom Amor may. bring.
And then that lover came invading our dream
with face and all the rest so hot that it burned
irresistible with yet unknown magic of gleam
which called for prayer for that love returned.
With a joy so intense that it was hurting
we finally found the courage to say it all
first love words that came out as blurting
with crossed fingers and a hope so small.
There are hearts with no need to roam around
to try that second one and how many more
so some of us stayed with whom we found
each anniversary being first date encore.
Years are passing and we get older
not craving for much, nothing to miss
summers get shorter, winters get colder
but spring brings memories of that first kiss.
© 2021 Val Karas