Winter 1973 <br />He nineteen, she barely sixteen. <br />Who can say, when love arrives <br />If it's right or, if it's wrong. <br />who can approve? <br />Who can condemn? <br /> <br />Simple things <br />The inability to go out <br />For a burger <br />Or to go to a movie <br />Or to skate around the rink <br />At the Grapefruit Bowl. <br /> <br />The running around <br />Behind loved ones backs <br />Secret rendezvous <br />stolen precious moments <br />Stolen fiery kisses <br />Proverbial cloak and dagger. <br /> <br />Children coming of age <br />Before time, quicker than most <br />But always trusting in God <br />Trusting in love, for one another <br />Clinging always to each other <br />Gaining strength from each other. <br /> <br />But not even my child bride <br />Or I for that matter. <br />Could dream that forty years later <br />Our love would grow <br />So much and to the extent <br />That we have become, one entity. <br /> <br />5/30/14 <br />ALTON TEXAS<br /><br />Juan Olivarez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/child-bride-4/
