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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