They hugged and made each other. <br />They kissed and saw the stars. <br />They wondered if they did it <br />On Jupiter and Mars. <br /> <br />They stroked and grazed the meadow <br />Of each one's sacred place. <br />They looked and saw the pleasure <br />Expressed on each one's face. <br /> <br />They held each other gently, <br />But firmly high and low. <br />Joyful at discovering <br />The things they didn't know. <br /> <br />Then, when their senses flourished, <br />Relieving them of shame; <br />They found in each such passion, <br />They trembled, each in flame. <br /> <br />They fell and looked much deeper <br />Into their loving souls. <br />They found in each, fine treasures. <br />And thought, their cherished goals. <br /> <br />They, each one, answered truly. <br />No lies can thus be told. <br />They planned, right then to marry; <br />Before their love turned cold. <br /> <br />As young love has such pleasures, <br />And not much grief or pain; <br />No wonder then, young lovers, <br />Repeat them once again. <br /> <br />The mistakes garnered falsely <br />From passion's sizzling fire. <br />But come to see much later, <br />Such loves may soon expire. <br /> <br />It ever was, as stated. <br />A passions overflow, <br />That makes young love look foolish <br />In retrospective glow. <br /> <br />But while, it's then, in season; <br />It cannot be ignored. <br />Young Love is living's treasured gift <br />Of joys yet unexplored.<br /><br />GREENWOLFE 1962<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/young-love-28/
