GREENWOLFE 1962 - Young Love

They hugged and made each other.
They kissed and saw the stars.
They wondered if they did it
On Jupiter and Mars.

They stroked and grazed the meadow
Of each one's sacred place.
They looked and saw the pleasure
Expressed on each one's face.

They held each other gently,
But firmly high and low.
Joyful at discovering
The things they didn't know.

Then, when their senses flourished,
Relieving them of shame;
They found in each such passion,
They trembled, each in flame.

They fell and looked much deeper
Into their loving souls.
They found in each, fine treasures.
And thought, their cherished goals.

They, each one, answered truly.
No lies can thus be told.
They planned, right then to marry;
Before their love turned cold.

As young love has such pleasures,
And not much grief or pain;
No wonder then, young lovers,
Repeat them once again.

The mistakes garnered falsely
From passion's sizzling fire.
But come to see much later,
Such loves may soon expire.

It ever was, as stated.
A passions overflow,
That makes young love look foolish
In retrospective glow.

But while, it's then, in season;
It cannot be ignored.
Young Love is living's treasured gift
Of joys yet unexplored.

GREENWOLFE 1962

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