Ignorance

April 5, 2012
By Hollay BRONZE, Williamsville, New York
Hollay BRONZE, Williamsville, New York
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O child of wealthy, temperate neighborhood,
I pity your sheltered thoughts on romance
For you think love is shallow: holding hands.
But I happen to know a deeper truth,
For love that is the pure, the sweetest kind
Has a kiss of shy desire on the lips.
And you do not know yet, but it’s okay,
For you have time and chance and life to see.


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