First Kiss

First Kiss

I had never felt before that day,

a love so intense yet sweet;

Your face seem to bloom as a flower,

our hearts fit like a puzzle complete.

My eyes turned near a deathly shut,

my mind wouldn’t walk away;

And when we kissed, our first kiss,

my knees began to sway.

The color of red rushed to my cheeks,

my heart pounded in my chest;

My palms began to quiver and sweat,

as my lips on your lips rest.

I couldn’t imagine another thought,

as words were murmured low;

So much power in a first kiss,

the seed of real love that grows.

Cupids arrow had found its mark,

as years passed on I still confess;

That lovers fall in love so often

at the moment of their first kiss.

Larry Sparks

Coming

COMING                                                                                                      

If you will wait for me

upon the road,

Well travelled by broken hearts

I am told,

There somewhere near fresh

fallen tears,

I will embrace with love

and show I care;

I won’t look back nor

return again,

To a place where fools can

never mend,

I walk so slow that you

might wonder how,

I’m moving at all with

hand on brow...

But there’s a reason I

tell you true,

My hand is lifted to focus on,

the one ahead -

I’m looking for you -

Larry

Written for Vickie before we were engaged.

Believe in Me

BELIEVE IN ME

Think of me as your friend, I pray,

and call be by that sweet name.

I won’t care what others say,

as long as we still both remain.

I wont’ care how dark the night,

nor loud the howling storm.

Your love will hold tight

and your arms shall keep me warm.

Call me close beside you, please,

or my life is of little worth;

Let us the moment seize,

while living here on earth.

If you would trust and feel secure,

I ask no more, you see;

Than to offer a love that’s pure,

and have you believe in me.

Larry D. Sparks

August 22, 1995

Buried

BURIED

O’foolish tongue, unkept mind,

so easy out of control,

Why do you do as you do

and hurt your loved one so?

My words shall always lift you,

the arrow of hurt shall not fly,

The petty past be buried,

and never again ask, “Why?”

For true love as our love is,

is rare here in this life,

And swee-heart, I do love you,

and want you for my wife.

Ne’er again shall a tear fall

from those beautiful green eyes,

That I shall not quickly catch it,

then your cheek I will dry -

Trust me with the little things,

trust me with your part

Let me be your shelter, dear,

trust me with your heart -

You are loved!

Larry