He sat next to me in Kindergarten,
A lovely, blond-haired boy
With tons of freckles on his cheeks.
His blue eyes sparkled
When he spoke to me.
I was so enthralled by him
That I was speechless.
Dumbfounded.
Mute.
But when he took my hand and
Led me outside to the sandbox
I followed with misty eyes.
We played.
He created roads for the plentiful cars and trucks
While I created castles with lopsided spires.
He said words that I did not hear,
But I loved the rhythm of his voice.
The pleasant vibe he created.
He made me smile.
At the end of playtime,
He offered me a red plastic ring.
He told me I was his girlfriend
And then held my hand as we lined up
To go inside.
I glowed.
Not only was he my first boyfriend,
He was my first friend.
His tenderness enchanted me,
A lonely kid who had felt unloved
Until the moment
When he reached out with such unabashed passion
That I could not resist.
He lit my flame, my passion
For love.
Unfortunately when the year ended
We went to different schools.
I never saw my love again,
But I never forgot the yearning I had felt
When so young that I didn’t understand
The meaning of his gestures.
First love.
A momentous feeling.
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