I Choose to See It My Way

As the memories pull me into their warm embrace,

I begin to wonder if it's really his face.

Who do I see when I imagine that day,

Is that how it happened or am I seeing my way?

The breeze lifts my hair as we stand by the door,

I was really supposed to be home by four.

He's holding my hand, slimy as snakes when they hiss,

I wasn't really expecting him to go in for a kiss.

It wasn't at all what I imagined as my first,

Not exactly the best, nor really the worst.

But when I look back on that special moment,

I like to pretend it was with another gent.

Smart, tall, and handsome is more my type,

My lips are taste like berries or something else ripe.

It's romantic and sweet, lasting not nearly as long,

But all I can hear is my heart playing a song.

I've heard that no one enjoys their first kiss,

But the one I imagine is pure, lovely bliss.

Which is why I choose to see it my way,

When I reimagine that splendid day.