Young Love
Little discreet glances flashes the other's way...
Innocent smiles with thoughts beneath not so
innocent...
He cautiously extends out his lone hand that
kisses the nape of hers, she smiles.
Her knees rubs gently against
his. An onlooker may think, "How cute they are!"
He leans closer, just enough to smell the cherry-
blossom in her hair and notices the twinkle in her
sparkling eyes. She sees. Another innocent smile.
With time never on either's side yet suspended
by the fantasy of love, their eager lips meet.
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