Love’s First Kiss
Michael Nesmith, Fred Myrow
The sharp crowded moments
And disinterested blur
Slip far back in memory
As thought rises higher
Painting scenes of forests
Welded white with snow
Breath that hung in stillness
The quietness of the road
You were warm as winter's snowflake
Settled on your hair
That first touch was intimate
And drove away the fear
Somehow I saw the moon that night
It peeked through broken cloud
It seemed quite odd to see the moon
But I understand it now
It had come to bless
Love's first kiss
To keep romance alive
And give us both
Sweet memories
And help our thoughts to rise
It had come to bless
Love's first kiss
To keep romance alive
And give us both
Sweet memories
And help our thoughts to rise higher
Rise higher
Rise higher
Rise higher
Rise higher