Oh, to be young and
In love.
To cry with eyes stung
By a dove.

To watch as my face
Dawns the window,
And scream as morals
Reach a new low.

I’ll drown with the spider
From childhood,
And follow my love
When he would.

You would tangle your
Legs within mine
And I’ll trip upon
Bottles of wine.

But don’t tell a soul
What you see
This love was meant
Only for me.