It was that kiss
that started it,
that lit her life
up to his love,
but also drove
her to despair,
unbalanced her,
drove her to dark
places inside
her mind and heart.
But whom to tell?
To whom explain?
Not her mother,
she would just say
she was too young
to know of love;
nor her father
who would humour
and such would say
who would love her?
nor her sister
who would tease her
about her love.
She would tell none;
she would live love
bring him in close,
find out his love,
the depth of it,
the future plans.
But was it love?
And what was love?
and had it depth
and so endure?
she didn’t know
and wasn't sure.
It was that kiss
that began it,
that lit the flame
that is called love
by such a name.
Feb 27, 2025
Feb 27, 2025 at 3:26 AM UTC
It was that kiss
that started it,
that lit her life
up to his love,
but also drove
her to despair,
unbalanced her,
drove her to dark
places inside
her mind and heart.
But whom to tell?
To whom explain?
Not her mother,
she would just say
she was too young
to know of love;
nor her father
who would humour
and such would say
who would love her?
nor her sister
who would tease her
about her love.
She would tell none;
she would live love
bring him in close,
find out his love,
the depth of it,
the future plans.
But was it love?
And what was love?
and had it depth
and so endure?
she didn’t know
and wasn't sure.
It was that kiss
that began it,
that lit the flame
that is called love
by such a name.
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