First Kiss

(Oriza Martins)

 

 

He came softly,

Gazing at her tenderly,

Sweet smile in the eyes...

Was the omen, the sign,

Of the one who would, after all,

Reveal a desire...

 

First, shy,

Then, anxious,

He hold her close to him,

Searched, eagerly, her lips,

Leaving her inert, mad,

Ruby warm lips...

 

Strong waves, powerful,

Smell of flowers, roses

A divinal instant...

Good moments of magic,

The taste of pure ambrosia,

Snatching the couple...

 

Ah... my dream of youth!

Happy was my attitude

To surrender myself to this love,

Without any restraint and shame,

From that first kiss

I can not forget the taste!

©Oriza Martins

Trad. Daiane da Silva