The First

I fear every smile

that spread across perfect lips

I dread the deep gray eyes

That imagine our first kiss

I shudder at each word

that stroke my rigid spine

Asking me lovingly to relax

but I keep my line.

I cringe at each tough

Those genuine fingers that play my keys

I seem to be an open chorus

sounding like an ocean's rolling off me.

I cry at every midnight

I'm fearing what can only be the worst

Never had such terror stuck me

In realizing this is my first

Yet before I fall asleep

That perfect face comes to me and asks,

“Why is it you fear my love?”

No, I fear that it will never last.