First Love

The enchanting touch of first love,

his hand fits yours just like a glove.

Though youthful fire ignited the flame,

you both know that this is no game.

The passion that you feel is so real,

and you cherish each moment that you steal.

You yearn for more than just a kiss,

imagining faraway days of wedded bliss.

You melt beneath his tender touch,

you know you love him oh so much.

Some say that you’re young and you should roam,

But in his arms, you know you’ve found home.

Mistletoe Kiss

I didn’t believe in love at first sight,

Until I saw him that winter night.

I dressed up for this dance at school,

He wore elf-ears and acted like a fool.

I didn’t think there was even a chance,

For that boy to ask me to dance.

He was the idol of all the girls,

With his blue eyes and long brown curls.

I passed the night against the wall,

While he danced all over the hall.

With a frown, I began to flee.

But then he was right in front of me.

“Dance with me before you go.” He said.

I was speechless, visions spinning in my head.

He led me out onto the floor.

We danced one time, then once more.

The night was over all too soon,

As this boy’s smile made me swoon.

I looked up and could plainly see,

The mistletoe hung above him and me.

The smile broadened upon his face,

And he tightened our embrace.

He whispered softly in my ear,

“They should hang mistletoe all through the year.

I’ll never forget this Christmas.”

Then we shared our first kiss.