I am the inexperienced poet
Who has loved only a handful of times.

Some would say that I am naive,
But ignorance is bliss, and my life is anything

But blissful. I am the inexperienced poet,
Who knows only of unrequited love.

I am the dark haired girl, who has been
Kissed too few and far apart

To count having been kissed at all.
She loves too quick and falls too hard,

For this she has broken bones and fading scars.
I am the inexperienced poet.