The first time I laid eyes on you,

it took all my strength to look away.

Feelings that came to me in slew,

but I forced them into cache.

Splendoured,

peached,

rendered,

preached.

The first time that I heard you speak,

I was startled by the angelic tone.

It carried me to Afton's peak,

I felt as if I'd leapt and flown.

Tickled,

lifted,

fickled,

swifted.

The first time your scent breezed by,

you took me on a treasure hunt.

You made me sit and wonder why

and how you could be so vibrant.

Relished,

heart-pumping,

embellished,

thumping.

The first time that I felt your touch,

that gorgeous night I held you hand.

By then it was all too much,

it was more than my poor heart could stand.

Melted

marrow.

Pelted;

arrow.

But the first time that I felt your kiss,

that luscious moment lasts forever.

Caught in a typhoon of bliss,

with that kiss we have endeavored.

Destination:

unknown;

captivation:

cyclone.

And so we set forth,

young and frail.

Let time run its course;

that kiss shall prevail.