Young Lovers
Do you remember that moment
when we spoke without words
uncertainty inundated every movement
hands inched with enigmatic slowness
time itself stood aside
our hands explored with a tenderness
meant to protect our hearts
their determination was bound with hesitancy
they screamed aloud the passion, hope, and fear
that gripped us inside
to be that vulnerable was an unbearable gift
there is no greater risk than
when young lovers speak in the stillness of time.
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