First Time
Two people on the beach in Malibu
gazed at the ocean linking their two lands.
One of them was me. One of them was you.
To a drumbeat, deep, we were joining hands.
The waves and the rhythm of our young hearts
kept time to a flowering melody,
punctuated by cautious stops and starts,
lovely point and counterpoint by the sea.
A tasty dinner, Ye Olde King's Head,
then home, as I recall (though old and grey),
how on this journey, you were gently led,
as we found heartfelt treasures on our way.
It was like a gift given from above.
Your first time was when I first fell in love.
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