Poem. My first kiss
MY FIRST KISS On a mountain peak so high The snow was soft, the view was grand But nothing compared to holding his hand The first time I kissed, My heart was surely blissed, My cheeks were cherry red, As I looked at my crush ahead. We walked under moonlight, Everything just felt so right, My first kiss was sweet, As sugary as a treat. His lips were soft as feather, My heart flapped like a bird's winged weather, I melted into a swoon, Thinking this moment would end too soon. The world around us v
