I remember as a young boy
at age eleven or so
that precious few years
when I dearly loved the girl
across the street
going out many nights
and gazing at the warm
square of light
from her window,
and always being filled with
a longing so strong
that I would actually place
the back of my hand
against my lips
and give it what
I longed to give her
a warm and passionate kiss
then I would gently blow
that kiss towards her window,
in hopes that it would catch her
in mid-brush of her hair
or in mid-smile at a dream.
..... mid dreamnt...
I never knew where
those kisses landed
but my hand was most
appreciative of the gesture,
and I have favored my right one
ever since....she left...
she of course was my first love,
long gone but truly forever
held dear in my soul.
~~~~~~~~~~~~Artis
A contest entry
- rite me a poem for the one u luv by a means to an end.
385 points, ended February 15, 2007, 51 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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that is the perfect story of first love. its sweet i really liked how u wrote it! great write!!!
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This is a really kool poem. I even got a little image in my head....that is so good....!!!
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that is the sweetest thing i have read in such a long time. i loved how you captured the essence of young love it was so wonderful
keep writing you have amazing talent thanks for entering and good luck
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i have to say what a sweet little story to try to capture the heart that owned yours. i never practiced kissing, but then i started young with an older woman...i was 12 and she was 13, hehehe. actually she taught me alot more than kissing and i have been very appreciative ever since, hehehe! good luck in the contest, DARK.
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GREATNESS!
Awww Artis, so beautiful! so sweet! You can feel the longing from this poem. Once again, My friend you are so talented. great job! I really wish I could think of better words to describe this poem, Its greatness leaves me speechless! ~*MuchLove*~ -
So painfully sweet, this poem of young love, first loves are never forgotten, if only they knew how special they are, but then we were first loves to someone too. Very good! Made me think of Frankie
Di
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Awww very sweet! I can remember gazing at windows, falling in love to
Crazy how some little things never change. And I agree with Tiffany, the line about favoring your right hand took me by suprise, and gave me a good chuckle 
Great job! 
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Aw, sweet young love. I like the idea of blowing kisses and never knowing where they landed. And of course I like the naughty lil spin of favoring your right hand ever since she left. Fabolous poem, written as only you can.
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Artis, you write so well. I felt like I was there with you. I got a little bit of a butterfly sensation in my stomach and I could feel warmth. This was just great. I loved it.
You captured the joys and the pains of first love wonderfully.
~*Misty*~
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Precious
Many of us have felt the feeling you do. Sometimes it never goes away, so precious, so dear, that's how it should always be. eternity of love, forever ingraved in our hearts. -
Sweet, sweet poem, Artis! Ah, that first love...a joy to remember...impossible to forget.
<3 Maureen
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