The first meeting of eyes made me see
how cute a particular being can be.
I glanced at her glancing, stared at
her staring, kissed her cheek and saw
every single peek. Soon I knew what
was going on, it was impossible love
in its prettiest form. Not forbidden by law,
but frowned upon and disabled by social norm.
There were other girls, but not quite as
cute, like she was a snake and I played
the flute, but she loved her basket, straight
from the heart and I was just a new part
of a different puzzle, for a different day.
I wanted to love you, if only I may.
I am waiting for the day of love, 22 marching soldiers saluting your ways of being who you are.
I've grown up and stopped behaving like that, thankfully (2019 edit)