I am only eighteen
What do I know of love?
Never been kissed
Or known what it is like
To be so missed
That upon his return
I am swept into his arms
And he is so glad
That I did not fall to harm
In his absence
I may not know
The feelings that
Might appear
But that does not mean
I am naïve to these feelings
Slowly building inside of me
I see his face
And my heart begins to race
Some might call it a crush
Maybe so
I am in no rush
To discover if these feelings
Will be returned
Or if my heart will be stomped
And left to beat into dirt
I am not too young
To realize I might
Very well need him
And this first taste of love
Or just a fiery crush
It scares me
But despite my age
And the fear
I need to know
If this is love
Or just a young woman’s
Pathetic crush
Apr 3, 2012
Apr 3, 2012 at 10:56 PM UTC
I am only eighteen
What do I know of love?
Never been kissed
Or known what it is like
To be so missed
That upon his return
I am swept into his arms
And he is so glad
That I did not fall to harm
In his absence
I may not know
The feelings that
Might appear
But that does not mean
I am naïve to these feelings
Slowly building inside of me
I see his face
And my heart begins to race
Some might call it a crush
Maybe so
I am in no rush
To discover if these feelings
Will be returned
Or if my heart will be stomped
And left to beat into dirt
I am not too young
To realize I might
Very well need him
And this first taste of love
Or just a fiery crush
It scares me
But despite my age
And the fear
I need to know
If this is love
Or just a young woman’s
Pathetic crush
Copyright 2012 Sarah Aubrey
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