Twas love at first sight Or Cupid’s dart gone astray Tis not a cliché Yes, they fell head over heels Shared attraction unreal

center She promised to come soon And only a few days remain Tension and excitement Driving me insane

Purplish summer haze Nebulous faraway hills Watery mirage Hot sweltering day Atop the giant oak tree

Gentle almond eyes Thick silky hair lustrous sheen Lovely flawless skin Porcelain goddess Yet fire and warmth in her eyes

The people we love The ones closest to our hearts Make life worth living They brighten the darkest days And make rainbows out of grays

As a youth, I felt like superman An immortal, an ultimate warrior But life tempered my outlook Sadly, now I have become a worrie… © F Aparici

Into a poem he poured his lovesick… That’s been jolted and pierced by… Lovely girl he adores, wants to im… But sadly he has found little succ… He has searched the internet left…

I just saw a green hummingbird Right outside the kitchen window Of the red robins unafraid What a little spunky fellow Every day he comes to visit

He read the poems he’s written yea… Wow! he grimaced for they were ter… Now he’s worried what he writes to… Ten years later he’ll find lamenta… Guess he’s become more discriminat…

Scented love notes he penned for h… Hidden in a book he returned to he… Alas, o’er the years remained unop… That he adores her, she found out… Then high school ended and life in…

center he waited for this weekend like he did no other he will see his love; they will be together

A lovely bird cage Antique ornate bejeweled Glum blue jay inside How tragic that such beauty Can inflict tremendous pain

She was just sixteen When his kiss stole her young hear… A soft, tender start Warm emotions burned within No cold shower cooled her skin

Aye! She talks too much She makes a short story long Phrases into song But he loves her nonetheless For she’s lovely that’s our guess

In the porch, a swing painted whit… Where starry-eyed lovers used to s… Now empty in the morning sunlight For hearts no longer in unison bea… © F Aparici