First Love

Some day,
When we're old and gray,
We'll recall the way
We felt tonight,
'neath the canopy
Of stars shining bright,
With palms swaying,
And music playing
From a distant shore,
A tango's old familiar score,
First love for us in our teens,
A heavenly delight it seems,
There may be many other
Lovers on our scene,
But they'll be routine.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2008 Alfred Charasz