First Kiss
I can feel your strong hands on the small of my back
as you hold me in your loving arms
while we slow dance under the stars
as fire flies dance all around us
the crickets sing a sweet love song
while we share this moment in time
a memory hung in a picture frame
to remind us of that night
when we shared our first kiss.
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