Often do I think on my youth
When I didn’t know the things I do now.
Innocence lost is knowledge gained.
And I muse that I could meet you again

That I didn’t know the rush of the thrill of the moment
when I was about to kiss you, for the first time.
The only time that truly mattered really.
It was the birth for the hundreds of thousands that followed.
And for those that I eagerly await.
That twinkle of that unknown instant.
Exploding into the

Known.

But if I did not know, those things. My experiences and
memories. My laughter and tears.
I wouldn't be the man I am. Today.

I realize that I miss my innocence.
But I know that if it was somehow regained,
that, I would miss you

More.