First Love
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the Sun warming my tightly closed eyes
as I lie motionless in the long grass of Summertime,
knowing that my love is but an outstretched arm away,
her breathing now synchronised with my own.
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a smile breaks across my reddened cheeks
as my racing heart decelerates into rest;
her hand touching my lips as if to withhold my thoughts,
in vain attempt to bury this memory forever in her heart.
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basking in the oneness of these golden moments,
our eyes meet through the glinting green meadow
as we each held aloft a ripened pineapple;
we had managed to outrun the farmer.
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