Loves 1st Kiss

 

Such wonder and bliss it is to see young love bud and to strive from that first kiss.

Where one plus one equate to anon and from this where all future hopes are shone.

To lose themselves in the infinite only to find each other again in this time or any other.

No stronger spell, no greater need than for love to grow and spread with speed.

 

(HH)   

 

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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