We first met at a party.
You first kissed me at my door.
The next words that you said to me:
I want to see you more.
In a moonlit lane way
I considered your dark hair,
Your dark eyes lit by the full moon,
The hard way you were there;
And then I fell in love with you,
Though you not yet with me.
You said that you would have to choose,
And I was one of three.
And when you said I was the one,
My heart burst into song.
I loved you so, I didn't care
If it was right or wrong.
And now I love you just as much;
In fact, I love you more:
The manly boy who took me home
And kissed me at my door.
Roxanne Stanton
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-we-first-met-love/
