Love Poem: The First of Many Smiles
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Written by: Tim Smith

The First of Many Smiles

Robins sing joyfully to the morning sun, hidden behind the pale white summer flowers, up in that old basswood tree out back Splish splash splish sounds of the sprinkler water the now lush green grass smells of freshly popped popcorn fragrantly blow in the warm west wind reminding me that today is the farmer's market. I head on over and I'm instantly overwhelmed by vibrant deep red vine-ripe tomatoes an abundance of yellow and white bi-color corn bright bushels of green sweet peepers, (I'm definitely stuffing some tonight). there are dark purple plums Macintosh and Granny Smith apples and my favorite, delicious, mouth watering, succulent peaches. That's when I see her her long dark hazel hair brushing her exposed smooth shoulder standing right there picking out that perfect peach I sidle up and ask her how she knows how she knows which one is ripe she grabs my hand ( I nearly faint) and shows me how to grip one squeezing just right not too soft not to tight flirting and exploring laughing and enjoying the first of many smiles lasting throughout that night