Young love tends to make me smile;
Hearts aflutter
Giddy laughter
Sweet surprises of amazement,
First time blushing flushing
cheeks.
Optimism running rampant
Common sense a distant glen
where
Foggish mist obscures all
vision
Save the light in lover’s
eyes.
And who’s to say where love
may lead?
Who is seer of mystic power
Adept with craft of bold
prediction?
Can one know what is unknown?
Time reveals the hidden
treasures
Buried deep beneath the
stone.
Lovers with their hearts
aflutter
Need not face the search
alone.
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