The first time that I kissedThe first time that I kissed a man my lipsWere like blushing rosebud in the spring,Quiet and unopened, but he pressedHis lips to mine and so made them his own.I gave him all my heart and trusted all,With child's faith, sweet and wild and free.Quite willingly I thought to defy allThat I might be with him and he with me.He loved me fiercely and would have me hisIn heart and soul, in body and in name.Too heedless were we in that first sweet kiss,Yet in my memory it's dear the same. Spring's flower bloomed before the last cold frost, Our love was sweet a day, but then was lost.
The MurderessThe Murderessan overly tragic taleIsabella paced the floor nervously. Her rather unwelcome suitor, Rolando had challenged her lover Roberto for her hand. She had refused to watch. "Oh dear, oh dear," she sighed. She heard a shot ring out. "Oh dear!" she fainted and fell with a thud. Her lady's maid, Baptista heard the thud and opened the door. "Oh, signorina!" she cried. Then she went to fetch help. A strong, stout stable boy was brought to lift her and carry her to her chamber. "The signorina is much heavier than I supposed," he grunted. "Oh, shut up!" snapped Baptista, "Now shoo, out out!" She fetched the smelling salts. After numerous applications, Isabella began to arise from her stupor. "Where, where am I, what happened?" she said drowsily. "In your chambers, love," replied Roberto, standing at her bedside. Isabella was delighted to find that he had not come in all nasty and bloody. That would have made her angry.Roberto was of noble birth, so her father quic