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Saturday, November 20, 2004


Teenage Love
She loves me..she loves me not..
Love starts as an insignificant seed.
A wishful prayer, a tiny fire,
a playful giggle, a rosey blush,
a risky wink, a kindly smile.

She loves me.. she loves me not..
Friendship buds.
A tender understanding,
a growing warmth,
a gentle trust.

She loves me.. she loves me not..
The bud opens it's first petals to a pair of sparkling eyes,
which twinkle with a new passion.
A passion that overcomes all sense,
until finally a risky chance is taken.

She loves me.. she loves me not..
The rose opens into a beautiful ruby blossom.
Everything else in the world becomes lost
in a crazy, wild nonsense, a happy oblivion
of exhilaration; complete and total joy.

A sweet, innocent kiss in the moonlight
seals the mutual promise
of never-ending fildelity.
Cherish, Honor,
Protect, Forever.
..or until

The blossom wilts, the petals fade,
and the promises break.
But the memories of sunlight and blue skies
remain fragrant, preserved in petals of sachets
stuffed in the back of your sock drawer
and your heart.%)

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