by Susan C Porteous
Sunday, September 29, 2002
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Wistful wonder, shameless smile
Shy secluded silence.
Lovers meet the foremost time
Not knowing what their lives will bring.
A gentle word, a carefree touch,
How can they be anything but oblivious
To the ouside world.
They lie together
Hands intrigued by natures' human form.
Lips seeking to fulfill the gift of God.
The tenderness of lost emotion
Tangled in a web of fire.
Let no-one say
This precious moment should not be.
They are too young !
They are not too young
Even they at their tender age
Do recognise the emotion of love.
It may not last forever.
Soon they may not be as one.
But still they will remember
With the tenderness of heart and soul
Those few precious times they were able
To snatch from this inconstant world.