On a chariot built on metal and rubber, Wearing jeans tapered; She came along on the misty road, To become my three day neighbour. Seventy two hours, Companionship formed on jittery nerves. The mountain boy saw Perfection incarnate in the city girl. Giddiness was a newfound freedom, From the everyday, the mundane. City girl, with her hair amber, Object of desire she became. A brave question burning holes; Embers on his mind's hand. He asked late, yet still in time, *"Where do our feelings stand?"* Rattled, she took a pilgrimage. With him to the basketball court. Screwed her eyes shut, The biggest frog stuck in her throat. Fifty seven minutes invested, Pondering on this question. Their lives would change in the future, Was then not a thought, never mentioned. *"Yes",* her slow, measured response, His jig of joy, delighting the teens, Naivete thrives and blooms, Where experience hasn't been. Arms around her waist, She let him feel like the One. Their heads over heels, Quickly, both made a run. Breathing consciously, The pair arrived at a Church. Colonial structure, abandoned, beckoned, An unbroken pew, his search. He led her in, held her at An arm's length. Distance never crossed before, His face came forward, an achievement. And brushed softly Against her mouth, his lips in trance. He was sure when fire was found, The Early Man danced the same dance. Simple moment, evanescent, It had to end of course. Neither pulled back from the other, Someone had opened the Church doors. Sucked out of his reverie, Brought back to working cognition, Realisation of their first kiss dawned, it was beyond imagination. Fourteen and in love, Armed with a strong belief. Life would never separate, Him from Her love, given and received.