A youth's fond desire
for another one's love,
is like the pure,
soft wings of a dove,
for cupid's arrow
points to whom he sees,
even a youth who just found
the birds and the bees.
A youth's innocence yearns
no differ than you and me,
honey is not bittersweet,
so we should let them be,
tis not for us to pause them
and say it's too much,
they too flourish with passion,
and tender for affection.
"A rose will bloom,
it then will fade,
so does a youth."
Yana Petkov
Scarlet "The Reall Me"
17th September 2006
