Young Love
The fragrance of fresh bloomed beauty,
The feelings held tight for an eternity.
The purest form of fulfillment,
When reality becomes obsolete.
The unforgettable taste of their skin.
The irreplaceable sensation of their lips to yours.
And only the God's looked on,
As you stole each others hearts so gently.
So innocent. So genuine. So unknowing.
None the wiser of what would come.
Never daring to imagine the day,
When young love would break their fragile hearts.
Yet, even after, would they trade the time together
to never know the aching sorrows of being apart?
Would they forget the happiness in each others arms,
if it would mend their broken-hearts?
Not for all the World...
And this is the great calamity that is
Young Love
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