Memories of Delight
Summers of my youth, I remember deep in my heart.
Playing football with friends, the joy it brought us all.
Waiting for the brink of dark, to play hide and seek
Just before being called back home, by a loud voice,
Some things I recall, the joy, the arguments without fault.
I would love to be transported, back into those days.
Maybe even further back, to my first childhood crush,
I was in love, even though, I knew not what love was.
First, kiss behind the lilac bush, aroma-sending shivers.
Just a little peck on the lips, she was so very beautiful.
Her eyes looking at me, sent chills throughout my body.
No words were exchanged; we were both hesitant to say,
Anything that might take away, the joy we both received.
Summers of youth are truly, the glorious time of our lives.
Summer days and night, bring back memories of delight.
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