Young Love by E.L.

When I was young I felt rhythmic poems with rhyming endings.
Defined romance casual flirting and sensual meetings.
I was a hopeless boy picking simply flowers
Eager for a date of holding hands for hours.
Spent the day at the mall and the night at the movies.
or a walk through the park when only love would move me

The people would stare cause they all would know
We showed the world our young love would grow.
A kiss on the cheek cuddled tight on the bleachers
Around giggling friends and flustered teachers

We didn't care for flaws cause we were oh too happy
Loving, campy, and oh so cheesy

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