And they say its unlucky.

 As I walked you home ,
I teniously and with fingers
shaking took your small
hand in mine,
And my heart leapt with
warm butterflys of gentile
first love,
You turned in slow motion
your flaxen hair froze in
mid space, it seemed to
punctuate the moment,
And then my god in
heaven, you smiled
And knees buckled ,and
my speech deserted me,
I was lost in the beauty of
your radiance,
that day I was thirteen,
and the luckiest bugger
alive.