Young Love

December 18, 2008
The way my name rolls off your tongue,
It would almost sound like the sweetest melody.
Our relationship is young.
Giggles, secret names, and “I’m gonna grow old with you,”
Are the simple words we utter,
We as a couple never seem to shutter from our silliness.
People have enclosed our world in a box,
To cease the contact with our flock.
Never shield our eyes,
We must experience,
The looks and cries.
I never want the long conversations of the night to end,
For it’s the rules of life that I must bend.

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