A Young Love
Pressure fills my chest,
A tender heart beating so loud for love.
But its not my own.
Its like they are surrounded by doves and daisies,
playing soft melodies with its sweet nectar.
Adverting my eyes like they a pot of boiling water,
Scalding to the touch, boiling over.
Older passersby will scoff and roll their eyes,
while others will coo and sigh at the two lovers embrace.
So fixated on one another, its new, its still soft.
A tomato that hasn’t been picked it, that hasn’t been bruised.
Puzzled by others envious gazes as the couple sticks close,
afraid of missing out on the other even for a moment.
It only brings a smile to my lips as they walk away.
As I give them my blessings.
Sometimes I think I sound older then I actually am and realize I am in fact getting old. But sometimes I do feel it when I see young couples while on the go. We all have seen some, I can’t bring myself to ever look at any couples, it always feels like I’m intruding. Well, I hope your day is going great! See you soon and thank you for reading!
