When I was young <br />I saw Love hanging from a bough <br />Like a star burning bright <br /> <br />When I grew tall enough to reach it <br />I grabbed it with both hands <br />And ran around devouring it <br /> <br />Now I am fat <br />And lazy with Love <br />I yearn for that cherished first bite<br /><br />Angharad Davies<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cherish-2/
