The First For Real Poem by Benjamin Feliciano

She walked beside me, as though she was mine,
For the first time in what seemed like years.
She sat beside me and shared chili cheese fries,
As we were bombarded by jealous leers.
They wished they had young love again,
Unlike lust long faded.
For a moment we were the perfect couple, that,
For envy, all hated.
She traced my arm with her fingers,
As she leaned upon my chest.
Of all my memories this year,
That one strikes me as best.
We talked for time lost to conversation.
Of love and life and gas price inflation.
My heart was glad, my mind in bliss,
The perfect punctuation to our talk,
Was a perfect kiss.
The AC was off, as not to waste fuel,
We left the doors ajar, to keep somewhat cool.
True love a rare thing,
As uncommon as a foot of snow,
At the close of spring.
Others offer flirting, or month long relationships,
But she is in love with me,
I've read it on her lips.
This cannot be bought, in a truer form.
No purer shower, from no purer storm.
Of few things in this life am I sure,
One such thing, is that I will love her, evermore.