Upon the Grass (Poem, 1969)

When first we met upon the grass,

Few words spoken, glances did pass,

Her brown eyes warm, so full of joy,

I felt as does a little boy,

Who discovers beauty one fine day,

And blushes for lack of words to say.

I left her side and knew just then,

That I wanted her to be my friend.

Again and again this woman I met,

The days I cherish and will never forget,

We walked and talked; the days flew by,

The nights were lonely, I’d almost cry.

My friendship did slowly disappear,

In exchange for something more sincere.

My feelings were strong as the wings of a dove,

Now I knew that I was in love.

Our faces drawn together tight,

In expressions of pure delight,

Lips met for a tender kiss,

Thoughts rose in romantic bliss.

The joy received from her embrace,

Surpassed only by her beautiful face,

Hands that hold me in a special way,

Confirm my love will never stray.

Soon will be time for her to leave,

A time at which I shall certainly grieve,

But I shall see this woman again,

Because she is truly much more than a friend.

Look close, my love, and you will see,

A happiness in me called ecstasy.

These words of mine are honest and true,

I love you darling. I love you.