Young Love Reading


Childhood sweethearts share an innocence

That, if they marry, lasts them all their lives,

An early sacrifice that makes no sense,

Save that something beautiful survives.

There is the sense that angels would do this,

A rightness like a rock before the sea,

A hunger for a symbiotic kiss,

For love as pure as it was meant to be.

And so it is for those who make that choice,

Who dare to love so faithfully and long

That each becomes to each a second voice,

Transforming merest moments into song.

How beautiful first love! Yet better still,

A love for life sustained by wish and will.

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