Our first September


The moment I saw her smile,
was my introduction to love.
She was the jewel of the Nile,
God's precious Devine dove.

Her love came to me,
and it was so strong.
The way it should always be,
i still dance to our song.

When our lips first met,
we melted we entwined.
Our skin began to sweat,
first love underlined.

Does she remember,
our first September.

Nelson Silva
a.k.a intrance
05-18-16
@10:02p

First love.

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